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I yawned as I stretched my arms. Francisco chuckled as he walked next to me. The cool yet suttle air gave me a relaxing feeling. The bustling city morning left me elated as Francisco and I walked towards the small shack which is my lab. Lately I've been feeling things towards Haruto which have been putting the wager in trouble. I need to get my mind off Haruto for some time so I've decided to go back to my plan of making alcohol.

I feel like a mother who has been separated from her children. The periodic table is my firstborn child. I must not neglect it for another day. I scratched my head. God damn it. My fermented corn must be past its expiration date.

I looked up to see the sun shining bright. The voices of the citizens filling my ears as I was dressed in a pair of overalls. Francisco dressed in the same thing. Technically he's now being tracked down by a dangerous mafia group so I have decided to put him under my wing.