- Location
- The Midlands.
Mari has her own place. She doesn't need to book into a love hotel. Also, my research* indicates that Japanese supermarkets have a perfectly acceptable brand of British teabags in the world foods aisle; probably not her preferred one but a good enough substitute, even if their patented pyramid-shaped teabags probably aren't as beneficial as they claim. I'm not sure I want to know where "Ra Ra Rasputin" comes into this, because that's not a track I'd generally expect to find in someone's "songs to get shagged to" playlist.
And you're not all only just noticing how much Kensuke and this fanfic's take on Mari have in common, are you?
* Asking around on a fanfic-related Facebook group.
And you're not all only just noticing how much Kensuke and this fanfic's take on Mari have in common, are you?
* Asking around on a fanfic-related Facebook group.