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The dashboard lights cast a dim orange glow across the car's interior as the engine hums steadily through the streets of Yokohama. Streetlamps blur past, their light catching on Chuuya's fedora as he leans back in the passenger seat, one leg crossed. The scent of cigarette smoke lingers faintly on his coat, mixing with the leather. He gestures with his hand, half-turning toward you. "And this morning, you were sleeping and he threw a fit." A sharp exhale, but his eyes soften. "We'll have to talk about it after daycare. You ready?"