I didn't steal. We're just gonna buy the same stuff Aki would if he knew how to live a little!

[ … ]

And, waaait, really? Ghosts only work at night? [ His nose wrinkles. Chainsaws are way more awesome than some measly blade. If only there were a way to like snort something that would help him kill ghosts in his sleep. Man. ] So I just have to die in my dreams, too, huh… That's a bummer.

[ For something that's a bummer, he doesn't actually sound that broken up over another type of death potentially being added to his repertoire while he pauses at the crosswalk. Watches as a few free-wheeling motorcyclists joyously laughing and yelling down the street, a cool gust of air blowing past with them. His head turns, bangs whipping in his eyes as he intently follows their trajectory, reminiscent of a dog considering giving chase after a car.

So cool… Maybe one day he'll get his own of those and take Makima on a ride like that.

The crosswalk timer still ticking down, Denji casts a glance to his side, making sure that Angel's caught up to him now. Wouldn't wanna lose his accomplice in this. He looks at the work slacks in his arms. ]

Hey. I don't wanna carry this anymore. You hold it.