[ Power's halfway inside the door to their apartment unit, bags of leftover vegetables hanging from her arms. However, with his arrival, she pauses to rear her head back out and gleefully look down at Denji from over the railing. "Aah, 'tis right on time~ My throat was dry! Leave your sad little offerings on my altar, Denji, gyahaha!"
With a toss of her hair, she pushes herself back inside.
Still carrying the bunch of tea, he collapses on the bench, empty of laughter and friends and his brother. Even the neighborhood bird feeder took her leave some time ago. The train rumbles in the distance. After a few, he hears the open and close of a door above him. Stomping down. If Aki were here, he'd tell her off for making such a racket and to put on some shoes; but only Denji's present, so he allows her to pluck every last one of the cans from his arms, transferring the whole lot of them into the pockets of her hoodie.
She's clearly about to skip off until she makes a sudden pivot, gracing the top of Denji's head with, not one, but two cans of tea stacked on top of each other. She departs with a singular pat to the topmost one, slightly throwing it off balance and falling into her brother's lap. ]
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With a toss of her hair, she pushes herself back inside.
Still carrying the bunch of tea, he collapses on the bench, empty of laughter and friends and his brother. Even the neighborhood bird feeder took her leave some time ago. The train rumbles in the distance. After a few, he hears the open and close of a door above him. Stomping down. If Aki were here, he'd tell her off for making such a racket and to put on some shoes; but only Denji's present, so he allows her to pluck every last one of the cans from his arms, transferring the whole lot of them into the pockets of her hoodie.
She's clearly about to skip off until she makes a sudden pivot, gracing the top of Denji's head with, not one, but two cans of tea stacked on top of each other. She departs with a singular pat to the topmost one, slightly throwing it off balance and falling into her brother's lap. ]