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i-e-grand
composerwithashotgun
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feathers-n-wings
If you listened close enough, you could probably hear the gentle whirring and clicking of the mechanics in the redhead's body. It probably was a major design flaw, but Neku didn't care. He was just amazed that he could find somewhere in Shibuya quiet enough for him to hear himself think.
Not that he really needed to think, all his thoughts were planned out for him. But he still couldn't help but think about the memories he had of life before his second death, it was like laying out in the sun just reminded him of living. Remembering the Long Game just made him angry, but there were good memories in there, like the ones of Shiki and Beat.
But that all basically ended when someone stood in front of him and blocked his sun.
"You're standing in my sun." He whined, covering his eyes and looking up from his spot on the ground.
