Minako automatically popped another piece of orange into her mouth, chewing her breakfast without thinking about it while inside she considered that information. 2008. 2008 was the future, though not as far into the future as she'd seen before. And Mason had thought it was 2010, so even farther ahead than Neku. They couldn't both be lying or crazy, could they?
(Okay, maybe they could... Alfred and Arthur probably were. But. That was different.)
"Huh," she said finally, picking up a napkin to wipe the orange juice residue off her hands. It might not even be her future, since there were supposedly people from different worlds -- but that kind of thing gave her a headache, so probably best not to dwell on it too much. "So what's Shibuya like in the future? You don't happen to know of a particularly beautiful idol singer named Aino Minako, do you?"
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(Okay, maybe they could... Alfred and Arthur probably were. But. That was different.)
"Huh," she said finally, picking up a napkin to wipe the orange juice residue off her hands. It might not even be her future, since there were supposedly people from different worlds -- but that kind of thing gave her a headache, so probably best not to dwell on it too much. "So what's Shibuya like in the future? You don't happen to know of a particularly beautiful idol singer named Aino Minako, do you?"