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He couldn’t believe this. Kicked out of the apartment (again) under the promise that he would only be allowed back in if he came back with drinks for Takane and Haruka. Usually in these situations, he would have just beelined for his twin’s apartment and stayed there for the night before returning to his own in the morning, but the murderous look in Takane’s eyes when she’d slammed the door shut had warned him against it. Ah, well. Looks like he’d either have to wander the streets, or use up what little money he had at one of the vending machines.
Naturally, he’d taken the first option. Money was precious, and as Takane held most of the money that cycled through Lemongrass Apartment Room 3, Kuroha rarely had any free change to spend at his leisure. He had to keep what little he had. He’d just crash at someone’s place for the night and return in the morning, as he usually did.
All those thoughts were running through his head when he saw the white-haired boy on the sidewalk in front of him, a slight smirk making its way to his lips when he heard the loud swear. Someone was definitely lost. And, since Kuroha was kind down to the bottom of his heart, he decided to offer some assistance.
"Do you need help, or are you just going to stand there all day?"
Accelerator's gaze flickers from scanning the street in front of him to the stranger who had approached him, lips formed in a thin line of displeasure. The albino teen takes a second to hiss out an exhale from between his teeth, and then once more glances out to either side of him. No escape—he'll have to answer this guy.
At least he was offered help; it wasn't as if he was getting anywhere anyway, but... ugh. He turns his attention to Kuroha, and attempts to look at least somewhat cordial. Just a tiny bit. It doesn't work.
"Where the hell can I find a place to get some goddamned coffee here? I've been looking for the past two hours, my leg hurts, and I'm getting a fucking migraine from caffeine withdrawals."
Oh.
