After karaoke we make a commemorative purikura (photo booth meets Japan) and head our separate ways. Aya, Yuune, Papa (as we call Aya's dad), and set our sails towards Yakiniku (basically a domesticated BBQ) for a feast of the utmost carnivorous stature. As we wait for our table Aya and i have a splendid staring match that never actually begins due to Aya's hysteric and uncontrollable laughter. It feels nice to laugh. We get our table and proceed to ferociously gorge ourselves, yet all the while, i think about becoming a vegetarian and feel rather confused...
Purikura =
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