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It is eight in the morning of a Saturday. It's cloudy and windy, but the sun still pierces through to bring its warmth about
and welcome to Meguca Royale.
<span class="mu-s">--Day 1--</span>
Ӝ <span class="mu-i">Miharu Fukugawa</span> Ӝ
<span class="mu-s">W</span>hen she wakes up, Miharu Fukugawa's hair looks as if it was shaken by an earthquake, then washed up by a tsunami, then fire had rained on it. Cursing with gentle words because headaches shouldn't exist, she reaches for the executive bunny clock to turn off the alarm only to be bitten by her cat and let out a girly scream.
That certainly woke her up.
Brushing her teeth, still in her pajamas, she asks the Miharu across the mirror how she's doing. Do you like how the pop-up book is turning out? Are you still mad about those kids kicking that frog? Is being a Magical Girl too tiresome? Then she answers, and both sides end up happy.
Coming down the stairs, Miharu is still waiting for the new moon.
Anytime soon.
Even though it's eight in the morning, her two dads are already bickering about. One is white, the other black, one is the day, and the other the night. Not really, though; but Miharu loves pissing them off by making that comparison. Even when it doesn't make sense. Especially when it doesn't make sense.
From what she's hearing from the dad that cooks, the thing is as follows: the taco stand they manage gets a lot of costumers during the weekends, but the dad that drives says that they should take a break because they busted their ass all week.
>Hmm... what to do!
