[He's really starting to hate this place. Getting kidnapped? Annoying, but not anything new. Almost getting impaled at the little "orientation" their kidnapper set up? Frustrating, but again, nothing out of the ordinary for him. Ending up in some killing game? That pisses him off, for one reason or another, but whatevs.

This?

This is the greatest disservice this place has done to him. He had racked up enough coins to burn on the gachapon, and soon as he put a coin in, it spat him a kitty hairpin. Cute and meaningless trinket to anyone else, but to him, an object deserving nothing but acrimony.

Okay, it's cool.

Nothing to blow a gasket over.

Just put in another coin and--]

You've gotta be kiddin' me...

[Another hairpin came out. Exact same design outside of the cat's colors. What the fuck.

Pop another coin in... and out pops another.

If Satoko was hoping to use the gachapon, or if she's simply passing through, she'll find the teenage martial artist surrounded by tens of cat hair pins, with the darkest of grimaces on his face.]

C'mon, thirty-eighth times the charm--!!!

[Take a guess what came out. Hint: Nothing he's excited over, cause he's crumpling to his knees in utter despair.]

... Thirty-nine. Thirty-nine's the lucky number. [He mumbles under his breath, slowly reaching to put another coin in the slot. Please stop him.]