[ It's in the midst of dragging himself to the vending machine, kicking fallen twigs and pebbles, feeling stupid for taking off instead of playing things cool, that an idea strikes him head-on. He almost stops in his tracks completely to look around and see if Power had stalked him, but seeing no one else on his lonely path, Denji's plodding gradually hastens into a furious galloping. ]
C'mon, nearly there, c'monnn…
[ Loose gravel bites into his knees as he feels around the inside of the dispenser for his last jammed drink, several like chilled cans of tea collected by his side. Naturally, Denji's too unemployed to be buying so many refreshments, but with a few shakes and well-aimed pounds, any wish can come true — for free — as far as he's concerned. After a few seconds of struggling, re-angling himself, his fingers stretch just the last bit of distance he needs to dislocate the can from its precarious position. ]
Yatta! Smell ya later, Lame Denji! Welcome home, Awesome and Popular Denji — owie!
[ Denji lurches back from the edge of the machine he'd rubbed up wrong against with a pointless glare, then shoots forward again to leave one last fist-sized dent into its walls. Hah! Payback's a bitch!
Cans filling his arms, he gingerly tucks his chin against the top of the pile before bounding back to their apartment at full speed ahead, a song in his step. The rubbers of his shoes surely worn down to the thinnest layer, he skids to a hot stop right as he reaches the entrance, blasting inside with a giddy expression. ]
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C'mon, nearly there, c'monnn…
[ Loose gravel bites into his knees as he feels around the inside of the dispenser for his last jammed drink, several like chilled cans of tea collected by his side. Naturally, Denji's too unemployed to be buying so many refreshments, but with a few shakes and well-aimed pounds, any wish can come true — for free — as far as he's concerned. After a few seconds of struggling, re-angling himself, his fingers stretch just the last bit of distance he needs to dislocate the can from its precarious position. ]
Yatta! Smell ya later, Lame Denji! Welcome home, Awesome and Popular Denji — owie!
[ Denji lurches back from the edge of the machine he'd rubbed up wrong against with a pointless glare, then shoots forward again to leave one last fist-sized dent into its walls. Hah! Payback's a bitch!
Cans filling his arms, he gingerly tucks his chin against the top of the pile before bounding back to their apartment at full speed ahead, a song in his step. The rubbers of his shoes surely worn down to the thinnest layer, he skids to a hot stop right as he reaches the entrance, blasting inside with a giddy expression. ]
H-Hey! I got drinks for everyone… Uh?