Ichigo scratched his forehead, his red bean soup (his favourite dish) in hand. "I hope you stomp a mudhole in Rashid Marinadaev, Zarid's vagabond of a cousin. That dude knocked my soup outta my hands at work, and he called me a weirdo because I didn't want to date or have sex! I'd smack the fire outta him, but I'm scrawny..." (Ichigo works at a 7-Eleven on the other side of town.)

Ayumu ate his spicy egg salad sandwich. "You said all that without cursing, bruv. You need to get beefed into shape, Ichigo; you're just letting that fucktard run you over. What weight class is he part of anyway? I'll piece that man-bitch up!"

"I don't swear. Also, he's a light heavyweight," Ichigo replied. "His fight resume has more blemishes than Zarid, given that he's 30. How old are you, Ayumu?"

"I'm 23 years old; my birthday is next week. I want the president to gimme that gay fucker!" Ayumu drank a swig of his second milk soda. "This and Sprite are the only two sodas I drink. I don't do dark sodas."

"Really..." Hiro asked. "What do you wanna do for your birthday, A-bomb?"

"I wanna go to that steakhouse downtown; I do want a porterhouse." Ayumu ate the last of his sando. "Well-done at that! I won't eat half-cooked meat..."

His brother started eating his sweet-and-spicy red-slaw rice ball. He changed the channel to Adult Swim; 10:55 came. "I'll pay for your dinner. Don't see how you eat a well-done steak, but meh, your opinion though." 

Ayumu opened his spicy tuna roll and started noshing. "I love sriracha mayo. Also, I don't want e.coli from undercooked meat."

"What? Beef is safe to eat undercooked," Hiro protested as he took another bite of his cabbage onigiri. "It's chicken and pork you have to worry about."

Ichigo started eating a mustard shrimp roll he made. He has a gift for making sushi. "I want to work at a sushi bar one day."

Ayumu pointed out, "One place is hiring. Forgot the name though."

"I think I know it. Is it Hiroshi's?" the Mexican mestizo asked.

"I think that's it. Uhhhhh...Hiro?"

"I'm watching Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War right now." Hiro ate a dark chocolate croissant whilst he and Alania were watching anime. "Flaky and bitter," he said, his phone in hand and still on Messenger. He then cracked open a black Starbucks coffee and started drinking it with his pastry.

"I have that last Dandadan cupcake." Ayumu showed his little bro. "I'm off this Tuesday; I'll go to the Rizin office then. I wanna knock the shit outta Rashid's meatheaded ass."

Alania woke up. "Oh, Bleach is on. Also Daddy, you think I'll grow up to be as beautiful as Orihime?"

He turned to his sweet little girl. "Just drink some milk and take care of yourself. You might catch yourself a boyfriend as well, but he'll have to get my stamp of approval; I don't want some filthy bum or thug as my son-in-law."

"Yes sir." She yawned. "God, I'm tired." 

Hiro held Alania close as she dozed off. "Anyways, I'm gonna get off, my guys. I'll talk to you tomorrow."