I regretted that extra drink, but grateful toilets were nearby. Running in, I took the last stall.
Not realising I took a stall without paper, I became startled by a softly spoken voice on the other side of the door.
“Red paper or blue paper?”
“Any.”
“Red. Or. Blue?”
Getting frustrated, I opened the door, now facing a cloaked figure staring blankly. They blocked the door, holding paper in each hand, awaiting my choice.
“This is a trick…”
“Choose!”
“How? They are both the same colour.”
Aka Manto inspected the paper, now confused—unaware his intended target was actually colourblind.
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