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His expression, his posture, everything about him always attracted the attention of those gathered here. And this time was no exception.
No, I should correct myself.
"...O-Sir Oitotan?"
"What is it?"
"Could I possibly know the name of the beverage you’re drinking? You mentioned a vanilla scent, what..."
"[This] you mean? Ah, French people don’t know."
His expression, his posture, everything was optimized to draw human attention.
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