[Accelerator has been busy since he stormed out of the hospital. Thankfully, being in town on business (or rather, "business") is a great excuse to compartmentalize extremely messy feelings about everything surrounding one Endo Yamato. It gives him something else to focus on, something important.
At least, it does when he isn't getting texts from Endo. This, this is why you never lend your phone out to other people. They acquire your number and then start socializing with you relentlessly. And Accelerator, against his better judgment, responds to at least half of those texts. One part of him is convinced it's a terrible idea, another part figures it can't hurt (they had, after all, sort of gotten along in the hospital, however briefly), and a third part is just bewildered by the fact that he's doing something as normal as texting someone who isn't Last Order back for reasons that don't include world-ending catastrophes.
Look, he has a couple of names in his Contacts List, but he does not consider any of those people friends. Not even that Level 0. So this is new and strange behaviour for him. He's glad Last Order is back home, because if she stole his phone for the umpteenth time to take photos he'd never hear the end of it.
He'd definitely never hear the end of it if she knew he was going for lunch with Endo, too. But... it's fine, he's hungry, and he doesn't mind the company. Of course, he's expecting somewhere fast and casual, so when they finally stop at the restaurant Accelerator can only stare.]
..... I would've preferred fast food.
[Or a shitty chain restaurant, or even a convenience store. The idea of somewhere quiet is nice, yes, but he's never been a fan of high-end cuisine. When you grow up in a research facility you don't exactly develop high-end tastes, and he's vaguely uncomfortable as he steps inside, looking around.]
Is this the kind of place you normally eat at?
[He feels sorely underdressed for a place like this, having shown up in a long-sleeved shirt with a monochromatic geometric design on it and dark jeans. Oh well, too late to go change.]
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At least, it does when he isn't getting texts from Endo. This, this is why you never lend your phone out to other people. They acquire your number and then start socializing with you relentlessly. And Accelerator, against his better judgment, responds to at least half of those texts. One part of him is convinced it's a terrible idea, another part figures it can't hurt (they had, after all, sort of gotten along in the hospital, however briefly), and a third part is just bewildered by the fact that he's doing something as normal as texting someone who isn't Last Order back for reasons that don't include world-ending catastrophes.
Look, he has a couple of names in his Contacts List, but he does not consider any of those people friends. Not even that Level 0. So this is new and strange behaviour for him. He's glad Last Order is back home, because if she stole his phone for the umpteenth time to take photos he'd never hear the end of it.
He'd definitely never hear the end of it if she knew he was going for lunch with Endo, too. But... it's fine, he's hungry, and he doesn't mind the company. Of course, he's expecting somewhere fast and casual, so when they finally stop at the restaurant Accelerator can only stare.]
..... I would've preferred fast food.
[Or a shitty chain restaurant, or even a convenience store. The idea of somewhere quiet is nice, yes, but he's never been a fan of high-end cuisine. When you grow up in a research facility you don't exactly develop high-end tastes, and he's vaguely uncomfortable as he steps inside, looking around.]
Is this the kind of place you normally eat at?
[He feels sorely underdressed for a place like this, having shown up in a long-sleeved shirt with a monochromatic geometric design on it and dark jeans. Oh well, too late to go change.]