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[The beer goes unopened for now, but after the man finishes his oden, he pulls out the pack of cigarettes and lights one, leaning back on the bench and appearing focused on his smoking break. His silence stretches as the cigarette burns down... until, about a minute later, he looks to the side at Shun, among the workers and schoolchildren rushing home along the sidewalk, and his eyes narrow. He raises his voice enough to be heard over the murmur of the crowd.]

Are you following me?

[That shout gets him a few sidelong looks and a lot of deliberately averted eyes from the people hurrying past. He doesn't seem to mind.]