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[neuroticat]

[ SOME DWEEB is sitting on an overturned robot. He's playing a game on his cellphone but next to him is a gym bag with tennis shoes and a volleyball.

Clearly you should bother him :u ]

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[helicine]

Ahh, Kenma. So that's where you were.

Oi, what's that you're sitting on?

[neuroticat]

Kuro.

[ looks up from his game. ]

Dunno. It was here. Where did you go?

[helicine]

The bus stop. It looks like the next bus isn't coming until the evening. Tch', it's so far out, here. . .

[ looking over the robot, and nudging it with his foot. ] You know, it's probably not a good idea to sit on that.

[neuroticat]

I got tired of standing and it hasn't moved since I sat down. We could walk . . .

[ doesn't sound so happy about it though ]

[helicine]

There are better places to sit, but if it's comfortable, whatever.

We're probably not going to make it home for dinner. There are a few stores nearby. [ not quite an urging tone—he's fine with whatever kenma decides to choose. (they're probably going to end up going to the store sooner or later, anyway.) ]

[neuroticat]

I was just passing time.

[ pushes a few more buttons on his phone - not ignoring Kuro, he's going to get up soon once he finds the motivation ]

[helicine]

[ is that game more important than me ]

What are you in the mood for? [ re: food, that is. don't get something too expensive though >E ]

[neuroticat]

[ turns his head a little so he can play the game while looking at Kuro. Look, you have his . . . divided attention. ]

Doesn't really matter . . .

[helicine]

Bento it is.

[ . . . waits. we have all day. (don't do that to me.) ]

[neuroticat]

Bento again . . .

[helicine]

—You said it doesn't matter! Fine, we'll get bread.

[neuroticat]

[ puts his phone in his pocket. ]

A bento is okay too.

[helicine]

. . .

So, bento or bread.

[neuroticat]

[ since Kuro said bento first. . .

stands up. ]

Bento. . . probably.

[helicine]

[ oooh, he stood up. ]

Do you want bento?

[neuroticat]

It doesn't really matter . . .

[helicine]

I'm going to get bread for myself.

[neuroticat]

. . . okay.

[helicine]

Don't forget your stuff.

[neuroticat]

Ah. Yeah . . . guess I need it.

[ picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder. ]

Ready . . .

[helicine]

Replacements are expensive, so don't lose it.

[ turning on his heel to start walking. ]

[neuroticat]

Yeah, I know . . . can't play without it anyway . . .

[ follows. ]

[helicine]

The body can't function without the "brain", so guard your stuff with your life.

[neuroticat]

. . . do you have to put it like that . . .

[helicine]

It's the truth. There's no use being embarrassed about it.