[ Humans really will do what they're wont to do, succumb how they're wont to succumb. They lie, cheat, ignore, believe in convenient truths when they're inconvenienced by their own illogicalities, and when challenged, they double down. Power, herself, is a shining example of this, but she's more evolved than the regular human. Everything that Aki and Denji do, even the cowardly things, she does on a grander scale, belongs to a grander calling. Those boys can blabber all they want about her 100-yen shop horns, that her contacts make her look like a chuunibyou, but she doesn't care!
She'll show them one way or another that she knows better: It's not Denji who needs to come inside; it's Aki who needs to come home. Faster.
So like a strong gust, Power blows out of their apartment once more with a joyful whistle on her lips, hopping on to the stairwell railing, sliding down the bar like Aki's told her not to just the other week. Denji's still there cast in the darken hues of twilight, ridden with that sickly melancholy, but he looks up at her approach. She's close enough to see his brow scrunch — ugh, what kind of wretched expression is he greeting her with? Was he expecting someone else? He should count his lucky stars that the urge to smack him is only circumvented by her graciousness.
With an upturned nose and proud smile, Power joins him on the bench as if lowering herself onto a throne. Throwing a leg over her knee, she taps out — ]
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She'll show them one way or another that she knows better: It's not Denji who needs to come inside; it's Aki who needs to come home. Faster.
So like a strong gust, Power blows out of their apartment once more with a joyful whistle on her lips, hopping on to the stairwell railing, sliding down the bar like Aki's told her not to just the other week. Denji's still there cast in the darken hues of twilight, ridden with that sickly melancholy, but he looks up at her approach. She's close enough to see his brow scrunch — ugh, what kind of wretched expression is he greeting her with? Was he expecting someone else? He should count his lucky stars that the urge to smack him is only circumvented by her graciousness.
With an upturned nose and proud smile, Power joins him on the bench as if lowering herself onto a throne. Throwing a leg over her knee, she taps out — ]
Oh no Denji has gone!
I cannot find him!
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