[At least, Shoutarou wished it was. Enough of this damn clear weather. He's strolling the streets, collar high on a trenchcoat. He's sporting a five-o-clock shadow, and carrying a flask of something stout. He braces against a building and swigs, then puts the thing back in his coat.]
This soulless city holds many secrets... Secrets that can emasculate a man when he least expects it...
[And he's out to do what he can to fix it.]
[He'll find that damn ball if it's the end of him.]
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[At least, Shoutarou wished it was. Enough of this damn clear weather. He's strolling the streets, collar high on a trenchcoat. He's sporting a five-o-clock shadow, and carrying a flask of something stout. He braces against a building and swigs, then puts the thing back in his coat.]
This soulless city holds many secrets... Secrets that can emasculate a man when he least expects it...
[And he's out to do what he can to fix it.]
[He'll find that damn ball if it's the end of him.]