[Sure enough, some time later, and it seems like everyone who wants to come is there, and the shuttle starts piling up. Artolo makes sure Tooru's wheelchair is secure and that enough milk bread is piled on him to last him a goddamn year before looking around for some square hair. When he spots her, he flings himself lazily into the seat besides her.]
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[And he scoots away with his bread cart.]
[Sure enough, some time later, and it seems like everyone who wants to come is there, and the shuttle starts piling up. Artolo makes sure Tooru's wheelchair is secure and that enough milk bread is piled on him to last him a goddamn year before looking around for some square hair. When he spots her, he flings himself lazily into the seat besides her.]
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