[He snorts at that, startled by the simple way he says it, by the almost childish innocence in the claim.] Orange juice. Are you a toddler? [But he feeds the bill into the machine and taps a bottle of orange juice, followed by a white peach soda after a moment's deliberation. He ducks to claim them, hooking his thumb and forefinger and ring and little finger around the caps of both bottles to extract them one-handed, and angles his wrist to face the orange juice toward Akira. He sets his bottle down to claim his change, pocketing it before claiming the bottle and standing again.]
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