Sushi Interruption

“What’s the matter Kate, don’t like fish?”

The conveyor-belt sushi place sounded more like a pachinko parlor than a restaurant. Each individual “cart” transporting the food down the diorama in the center of the establishment was styled after a different Rogue character design, complete with loud, choppy voice lines that would, within seconds of starting, repeat, each transporter only having two or three.

“I-It’s not that.” She shoved some rolls in her face.

“Then lighten up, you know I kinda rely on you for my energy.” The younger sister snatched a good-looking morsel out from under the most recent Die Ranger’s feet.

“That’s not true.” She argued, nervously taking her own next roll, almost dropping it in the process before scooping it back up onto her plate.

“Who are you to say it isn’t? Anyways, chill out. You’re making me worry too.”

“Maybe she just needs her fix.” Tala jostled the tourist’s shoulder. “You guys haven’t been on a single ride here yet, right? I bet she’s going though withdrawal.”

“Damn, you’re right…” Frankie noticed. “Hey Nate, know any good attractions near here?”

“Plenty… actually, I went on all of them at least once, so… oh! Of course.” The boy’s internal map of the place, taken from his memory, revealed to him the image of what would’ve been the single most exciting coaster he’d ever been on if he hadn’t been alone when he took his three rides on it.

“We’ll don’t just leave us hanging, kid, spill.” Tara chewed their latest sushi pick, staring at the posters on the walls of the business.

“It’s a roller-coaster. Except, you get to stand up on it!” He explained to the other visitors. “You can even move around!”

“For real? How’s that work?” Frankie asked.

“No idea. But… but it’s really fun!”

“Hold up. Sensō no Yōsai? You do know that place is a delinquent hotspot, right?”

“I-I didn’t have any trouble all the times I went on it…” Nate rebutted, swallowing some rice. “And I went on it a lot of times! Besides, wouldn’t you… fit in, if that was the case?”

“Oh, you’re a funny guy. A funny man. I see how it is.” Tala picked up a sushi roll with the notably-unsanitary metal hands normally residing within her skin, preparing to shove it in his face. “Let’s see how you like—-“

“Excuse me.”

“H-huh?” Everyone froze in place, Tala touching the dirty sushi to the boy’s lips, Frankie and Katie just about to go in for more food when he interrupted.

“I’m sorry… what do you want?” Frankie confronted.

His busy-ness Genkei “Gen” Ishida-San awkwardly stood at the head of the table like a boy at his mother’s doorframe waking her up in the middle of the night.