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There was no bit of surprise on Sendoh’s side finding out Fukuda lived alone however, the cleanness of everything took him certainly aback. After Fukuda brought a clean shirt for himself and one for Sendoh, they’d sit down on the worn out couch and play Street Fighter for a while until Fukuda pulled out a little bag from between the books on his shelter.

“You want some?” he’d ask, flopping down on the couch and Sendoh would agree, wait for Fukuda to take the first hit just to pull the joint from between his lips and press his own against them until Fukuda broke into a coughing fit.