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[Not so long after the anti-PRAYER action, Asagi's in the Sakihama Base kitchen, picking ingredients and consulting a printed paper he obviously got from a web page (it even has the website's layout and everything). Fresh cabbage. A banana. Cayenne pepper. Milk.
And now he dumps all this stuff into a blender and turns it on! This results in an unappetizing-looking liquid, which is quickly poured into a glass. Asagi engages in a staring contest with it for a moment, and then suddenly chugs it down.]
...It tastes worse than I thought.
And now he dumps all this stuff into a blender and turns it on! This results in an unappetizing-looking liquid, which is quickly poured into a glass. Asagi engages in a staring contest with it for a moment, and then suddenly chugs it down.]
...It tastes worse than I thought.
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Considered a hobby maybe? I mean, I've got my guns, Tamaki has her boys, Kei's got cake, Izuru his heroes...
What do you have?
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I could try some more relaxing stuff, I suppose...
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[...Wait, that made him sound Izuru. Nevermind that then...]
Or, y'know, try Yoga or something. There's a bunch of martial artists around here, some of them should know something.
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...I might try yoga.
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[Ataru gives a proverbial jab to mirror his earlier, physical one, as he scoots for the door.]