Dead Hours — The Last Working Microwave，第 11 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
The running gag returns as a full-page silent panel. Kaito stands in the exact same spot, hollow-eyed, clutching the cold bento with both hands. The microwave glass reflects an even longer queue, and a single tear-like sweat drop runs down his cheek. There is no visible dialogue or caption apart from his name tag. The page heightens the joke by repeating the composition with greater emotional damage.
圖片說明
Kaito stands in the same silent pose with a longer queue behind him and a sweat-drop tear on his cheek.
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3 A.M. One of the store's two microwaves dies with a pop and a curl of smoke, leaving a single working unit — and a slowly forming queue of night-shift oddballs who each need to heat something, each taking longer than the last: a salaryman's coffee, a student's family-size gratin, an old man who keeps opening the door to check and restarting, and the tracksuit regular microwaving something frozen solid on max time. Kaito just wants to heat his own bento and watches his turn get pushed further and further back, holding the cold box in the same dead-eyed spot as the queue grows. At dawn the delivery guy fixes the 'dead' microwave in two seconds (it was unplugged) — but Kaito's shift is ending and Rin has already eaten his bento cold on camera, because it was never getting warm anyway. She wins, he gets nothing.