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[Slipping through a pair of sliding glass doors, a familiar blond-haired kid strolls into the wonderful place that is the Dressing Room. He's wearing a stained men's tank, a torn jacket, and faded out jeans that like the rest of his outfit could use a good wash and maybe a good sewing machine. But, none the less, his objective walking through here is--]

Riku, you're taking forever and I want my lemonade.

[and cue the abrupt halt and confused face that most newcomers get.]