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Neku slides one side of his headphones off, brow arched despite an otherwise bored expression.

Chita sometimes wished that she still carried a cell phone, and that she made Rodeaux carry one as well. She could get quite bored just sitting around waiting for him when he told her to meet him someplace.

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[~☪~] To: Reaper of Pi

[txt] As much fun as it was to decode your previous text

[txt]: Could you possible send me directions normally next time?

[txt]: Would save me being almost a half an hour late to getting to the Ramen Shop.

It wasn’t like she was tired or anything. Far from it, actually. At this point? She didn’t need sleep. And that, honestly, was a wonderful feeling. And yet, even with that, here the 19-year-old was, walking down a not very crowded street, with a cup of coffee in her hand as she walked back to the apartment that she, as well as the majority of the Mekakushi Dan called home. 

Usually there weren’t many people down this street, at least at this time of day-- So, half the time, she could afford to have her headphones on and ignore her surroundings as she walked; without having to worry about running into anyone. 

Of course, today wasn’t her lucky day. She hadn’t realized that someone was in front of her. At least, not until it was too late and she walked right into the man in front of her-- And, in her startled and shocked state, the cup of coffee that she had been carrying fell to the ground- the hot beverage spilling all over the ground.