[ who knows, the slip doesn't even tell them what's being raffled. and the question is answered with a shake of his head—it had been offered once or twice at some restaurant or another, but even before his notoriety he wasn't inclined to leak his location. he did have social media accounts though; by now, most of them are either deactivated or inactive—no reason to give the heroes more data to trawl through.
the waitress dutifully takes their orders and tucks her notepad back into her apron. "i'll bring your drinks right away. if you'd like to take part in any of our promotions, let me know at any time!"
so she saw the interest. or what she thought was interest, because there's no point in trying to take more than what they're here for... once the door closes though, tomura glances at the piece of paper. any of their other companions would've probably had a blast going through this shit... ]
Maybe the trivia will be easy. "What's your partner's favorite food" or something.
no subject
the waitress dutifully takes their orders and tucks her notepad back into her apron. "i'll bring your drinks right away. if you'd like to take part in any of our promotions, let me know at any time!"
so she saw the interest. or what she thought was interest, because there's no point in trying to take more than what they're here for... once the door closes though, tomura glances at the piece of paper. any of their other companions would've probably had a blast going through this shit... ]
Maybe the trivia will be easy. "What's your partner's favorite food" or something.
[ yup, paid attention to that order. ]