Ha. Ha.
“Th’ day after tomorrow good wi’ y’?”
“Yes,” Hakuba said, grimacing a little at the obvious little quirk in the woman. He hadn’t meant to insult her, really. Or, perhaps he had, but he hadn’t meant to do it quite so overtly. He was going to try a lot harder if he was going to avoid stirring Kazuha’s ire any more than he already had. “Yes, that day will be perfect. I’ll pick you up at six.”
It would either turn out quite well or simply awful. Hakuba wasn’t sure which, but it’d be an experience either way.