Hey? Wait!? What on earth is going on?
Next to the Madoka Magica fan club is an acquaintance nicknamed Dad Chiyo.
It's nice seeing booths A and B, which have the same theme, lined up neatly together.
If you change them to the initials L and B, they're a couple who run off in love together and have nothing to do with anyone else.
The gun in my hand starts getting loaded. I get ready to shoot this pickaxe dead on the spot.
Hey, that tablecloth of yours...
It's crossed the line by a bit too much.
The exhibition space at the venue is limited.
You really shouldn't ignore the rules, okay??
"Hm? Ah, I'm really sorry. I'll be more careful."
Seeing that nonchalant look on your face, I can't tell whether you're being serious. This could turn into a shootout.
Hey, what's with that couldn't-care-less attitude? Everyone wants to have a fun event.
You're a participant too, so you should be more considerate.
"Look, we already agreed today that we'd share a booth. I don't know what you're trying to do, but could you shut up and stop bothering me?"
(For the full version, check the chapters inside. I ran out of space here.)
