[ Leave it to Jinx to be a completely unpredictable typhoon of emotions and ideas. One moment she asks to meet him, and the next thing Ragna knows he's being dragged off to some kind of festival (?) put together in town. At this point, it should go without saying that the man is no party animal, so the prospect of socializing and being around other people is akin to torture to him. The promise of free food, on the other hand, is enough for him to begrudgingly agree to follow the girl to the dojo grounds.
Once there, Ragna picks up some snacks from the food stalls, figuring he might need them if he's to suffer through whatever Jinx has in store for him. He joins the girl near a stall filled with various knick-knacks the purpose of which he couldn't even image, though he supposes if there's anyone who could figure out a purpose for them, it'd be Jinx. ]
The hell would you even use these for...?
[ He wonders out loud, popping a piece of takoyaki into his mouth. ]
closed to Jinx
Once there, Ragna picks up some snacks from the food stalls, figuring he might need them if he's to suffer through whatever Jinx has in store for him. He joins the girl near a stall filled with various knick-knacks the purpose of which he couldn't even image, though he supposes if there's anyone who could figure out a purpose for them, it'd be Jinx. ]
The hell would you even use these for...?
[ He wonders out loud, popping a piece of takoyaki into his mouth. ]