[It's a perfectly normal, fancy restaurant, but as they follow the host further inside Accelerator starts to feel a mild, stifling feeling. It isn't as if the place is outright suffocating him, but the walls feel too close and he's getting the distinct sensation of standing out rather than blending in. He chalks it up to his own tastes not being anything close to this. If they were back in Academy City he wouldn't be caught dead in a restaurant this upscale. It's only a restaurant, though. He can tolerate it, especially since Endo appears perfectly comfortable.
.... Still. When they reach their booth, Accelerator squints and looks around, appraising their surroundings. The sheer amount of privacy they have doesn't escape his notice.]
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[He stares down at the spot Endo patted, his gaze so intense it's almost boring a hole into the seat. Then he moves to slide into the booth across from Endo, going through the whole process of retracting his crutch, then removing the arm cuff and setting is down next to himself so he can give his arm a break.
After taking the menu that's handed to him, he skims it over, and as he does his expression gradually drops. Parmesan lavash? Romesco glazed orzo? He doesn't know what half of this stuff is.]
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.... Still. When they reach their booth, Accelerator squints and looks around, appraising their surroundings. The sheer amount of privacy they have doesn't escape his notice.]
...........
[He stares down at the spot Endo patted, his gaze so intense it's almost boring a hole into the seat. Then he moves to slide into the booth across from Endo, going through the whole process of retracting his crutch, then removing the arm cuff and setting is down next to himself so he can give his arm a break.
After taking the menu that's handed to him, he skims it over, and as he does his expression gradually drops. Parmesan lavash? Romesco glazed orzo? He doesn't know what half of this stuff is.]
Fuck, this is actually food?