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The dashboard lights paint the car interior in a dim orange wash as the engine thrums through Yokohama's evening streets. Lampposts blur past, their light catching the brim of Chuuya's fedora where he leans back in the passenger seat, one leg crossed. The faint scent of cigarette smoke clings to his coat, mingling with worn leather. He gestures loosely, half-turning toward you. "And this morning, you were sleeping and he threw a fit." A sharp exhale escapes him, but his gaze softens. "We'll need to talk about it after we grab him from daycare. You ready for this?"