[right][b][h3][color=f26522][i]"Akira Ishikawa"[/i][/color][/h3][/b][/right][hr][quote][u][b]Location			[/b][/u]
Southern District - Galaxy

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[url=https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/3325248]Miwa[/url][/quote][hr]
Fuck.

Everything.

It would be easy he thought as he leaned against one of the walls of Galaxy as his now damp tank top continued to cling on to the salt-slick back. Just like his false bravado, his jacket was stripped off his body, collecting dust somewhere in this godforsaken place. Wires were pretty simple stuff he said, finger hooked around the collar, flapping the sticky shirt back and forth like some sort of sail.

The last hour was unbearable to deal with to say the least as thoughts of booking it being his main choice crossed his mind when first encountering that girl. He scowled as he glared daggers at the seats they commanded him to organize by himself. That was basically what he did for the past- how long had it been?

After he failed to deliver on that so called simple task he was pretty sure he became their stress ball as his breathing slowly abated. Take those chairs and go there, go with her and bring back the fencing, get yelled at for [i]apparently[/i] doing something wrong. The blonde glowered, biting his lip before groaning, [color=f26522]"Never coming here again,"[/color] swinging his sweat caked head like a pendulum.

Thank god this was all over, so he thought; he could grab his crap and ditch this joint to explore somewhere else. That line of thinking was interrupted when the competitively exhausted thorn in his side for the past hour looked over at him tentatively and called Marc by his pseudonym.

[color=f26522]"Yeah, gotcha,"[/color] he responded hoarsely back, forcing the fakest smile he ever had to appear as he pushed himself off the wall. This was definitely not gonna be-

Whumph-wuuuumph-

He had barely any time to react as the canned drink soared through the air, contents sloshing inside as it headed directly for his chest. Under this small window of time, he stretched out his arm as it flew into his hand, before cupping it around as it landed into his arms, cradling the can in his arms like a football.

Ok, damn, that girl had a throwing arm to say the least as he winced a bit, clutching at the energy drink with some kanji on it. Marc couldn't help but grimace, pressing the tip of his tongue against both of his front teeth as he tapped the can with his fingers. He couldn't help but stare at the can for a few seconds, before popping it open.

Tsht.

Well, bottoms up as he chugged a bit of the drink before pausing, reminded once more why he didn't like energy drinks. Marc swore he could feel himself turning a putrid shade of green as he tore the drink away from his lips. [color=f26522]"You don't happen t'have any water do you,"[/color] he mentally cursed himself for not asking that from the start, choosing to just assume that they didn't have anything else.

Probably too late now, but like the drink, you live with what you get, or something, trudging listlessly over to the side of the fence.