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"MY HAT IS GONE!"
"This place... is rather noisier than home..."
The Batter stared down at the strange glowing brick that had suddenly arrived this morning. He knew that Hermes often brought strange knick-knacks into the city - he'd already discovered that one of the smaller bricks was some kind of annoying music box - but this...he had no idea what to do with this.
After some extensive poking and prodding he'd managed to (accidentally) summon something called "Internet Explorer" but that just opened up whole new Pandora's box.
"What is this damned thing?"
Midnight Stroll || Open
It's just one of those nights.
One of those nights where his body has pent up energy and his mind is a constant whir, both of which combine in order to prevent sleep. So here Tenka is, wandering the streets of New York, trying to clear his head under the midnight moon.
Of course being Tenka, he got bored of just walking around. He didn't want to dwell in his own mind, but wanted to get away from the thoughts that were keeping him awake at night. So Tenka scoped for something to entertain him. Gambling...no. Drinking...that will make it worse. Hostclub...maybe another night.
And that's when he spot the sole person up ahead, leaning against the side of a building. Of course there is that thing called stranger danger, something that gets multiplied when you are the boss of one of the main three families, but this is Tenka. Tenka does what he wants and worries about the consequences later.
"Hey there!" The boss greeted as he slide up to the person. "How is your night?"
"There are perverts afoot."
"What year is it--?" Naruto was so out of whack every time he woke up from the nap. What a goober.
"Oi! Watch where you're running!" Tsukishima barely moved out of the way as the stranger went flying by.
...It shouldn't be too much trouble to go get some groceries to cook something. It also shouldn't be that hard to just slip away--
