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kxragari-blog:

Oh? I’m eighteen! I swear on my life!

     Can’t you let me in? Pleeeeeeeeease?

“… You totally can’t take pictures like this in your ID.” Nana squinted at the ID and held it up against the light before handing it back. “Your real ID please, dear. I have customers to get to.”

     > He takes it, simply breaking it in half, then putting it in his pocket. <

         What abooouuuuttt… these?

     > The pinket takes out another… five ID cards, holding them out to her. <