#accelerator 1

the world she comes from is a destroyed barren wasteland slowly rebuilding itself after the damage caused from the biological catastrophe and mass scale warfare. they had little place for luxuries as the necessities to sustain life was barely in place. this world... is the complete opposite. she’s still yet to explore this vast place, still yet to see every nook and cranny. she’s been amazed at what she’s seen so far, each place had this different personality, different life to it, to the point where it’s almost unreal. how can this place be so vast, be so lively? she’s never seen somewhere like this before where she’s from. she’s barely come from a world of peace.

pocky day. 

she stares at the sign that writes those words boldly for everyone to see. what the heck is pocky day, she wonders to herself. she’s never heard of pocky, much less heard about a day dedicated to pocky. but it seems like because of that day, the snack named “pocky” had massive sales. some flavors cheaper than others. there are also “friends of pocky” that are on sale, something named “pejoy” she heard some comment are better than pocky. she tilts her head, before checking her phone to see if she had any money remaining. and, much to her delight, there is a small balance that seemed more than enough to buy a satisfactory supply of these snacks. 

unfortunately, all of the samples that little tokyo had been giving up had been withdrawn upon news that the “sample stealing, gun wielding young girl had arrived”, so sop ii couldn’t try it before purchasing.

“hey mister!” she randomly asks a white haired male who had been standing nearby. she pokes his shoulder, “are these any good? i’ve never had pocky before.”