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“Huh... Your clothing resembles that of a conductor’s... Are you really one?” Kousei couldn’t help but question as he was passing by the pink haired teen.
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“Huh... Your clothing resembles that of a conductor’s... Are you really one?” Kousei couldn’t help but question as he was passing by the pink haired teen.
cotton candy;;
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— [♆] — He didn’t intend to come so close to striking the girl.
Honestly, he didn’t; it’s just that he saw someone attempt to make off with an old lady’s wallet, and as he hurtled his blunt, practically useless trident after the robber, he came within inches of hitting a pretty pink-haired stranger in the face. Though he managed to land a hit on the robber, it was hardly enough to knock the dude out, and so Neptune only succeeded in earning a dirty look from the girl in question. He retrieved his trident, rubbing at the back of his neck, laughing sheepishly.
❝Ahaha...ha.❞ He gulped. ❝Sorry about that! I was, um, trying to stop someone from stealing...❞
( he really hoped he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his young life. )
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✘ { A few days had passed. A shame he was still confined to a sling, but there was nothing he could do about it. He'd rather not end up with it longer than necessary, so he'd keep doing what was necessary to keep from agitating it. It didn't really limit everything he enjoyed to do anyway.
Such as this. Making tea wasn't an exceptionally difficult task to do if you knew what you were doing, and luckily he did. It just took more patience to do everything with one hand.
Soon enough he had a cup in his hand and sat down, one leg crossed over the other. For once, it was completely quiet, and coming out of the amusement park where that noise almost constantly at all times, it was a blessing and something to be thankful for.
Or, it was quiet, until he heard the sound of someone approaching and the door promptly being thrown open. He pauses, cup hovering in front of his lips, eyes locked onto the perpetrator. Well, that was a face Robert remembered. }
Hello, Nonon. It's been a while.