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"Would you still love me if I was homeless and ugly?" Denki quipped, sliding up beside her and shooting her several finger guns. Y/N cocked her eyebrows, "You're ugly though. And I still love you. As for the homelessness, I plan on being successful, so all you have to do is stay at home and be a good little housewife-"
"OKAY, I GET IT!" Denki whined, "You're so cruel."
"You asked."
"Just know, in a room full of hotties, I would run to you."
"Oh."
The yellow-haired boy hung onto her arm like a leech, "But you do love me right?"
"I guess so."
"YOU GUESS SO??"
Y/N shrugged, "Homeless people are pretty rad. I've met some really cool ones. I wish I could help them."
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Seeing homeless people weren't uncommon for larger cities. Y/N and Denki saw many of them as they walked through the sunny streets. The number of civilians in need within just this city alone was insane. What was worse, was the way that everyone ignored them, sweeping their eyes over their sullen form before moving on with their day, the homeless person never crossing their mind ever again.
Denki glowered darkly as a man in a suit simply walked past the homeless person, without giving him the slightest glance. He watched as the homeless person desperately gazed at that wealthier man, only to sigh dejectedly before leaning back and tugging his blanket tighter over his shoulders.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Denki asked, looking at the girl who stood next to him, an expression of equal disgust written on her face, "If you're thinking about stealing, then absolutely."
Grabbing his hand, she pulled him forward toward the suited man. She slipped her free hand into his jacket and fumbled around, trying to locate the thick wallet that almost every rich person carried on them.
Face lighting up with glee, she tugged out a brown leather pouch. Opening it, Denki gasped when the crisp yen bills spilled out into the road. They watched as the homeless person's eyes light up with shock.
It wasn't every day that money just appears out of thin air.
He snatched up the bills, before lowering his head in prayer. Y/N smiled softly, gently stroking the head of the dog that say diligently beside its owner. Piling several more bills and coins into the man's small tin jar, she tucked the wallet into her back pocket and proceeding forward, trying to locate more people in need.
Passing out the bills to little children, dropping them into donation centers, and tucking them into what little belongings the homeless people had was quite refreshing. It's nice to see how much one person could help brighten everyone's day if he would just hand a couple of yen out every now and then.
Denki had also acquired several thousand yen among the collection of stolen jewelry and accessories he had removed from the unsuspecting forms of rich people.
"Time to eat the rich, buddy," he cooed while slipping a gold watch into the jar sitting next to a small pitbull, who wagged his tail at them, almost like it knew the good they had been doing all day.
Swerving into the wealthiest place in the city, they casually strolled through the expensive designer shops and coffee cafes. Y/N hurried inside a designer store and grabbed a black leather bag and bolting out of the door. The sounds made by confused shoppers were hilarious.
"I want to see these shops burn."
Denki nodded with approval, "Good, good. We are two peas in a pod after all."
"Do not compare me with you, Denki," Y/N scoffed, placing the bag in the stroller of a baby as the mother pushed it along. The yellow-haired boy punched her shoulder before flicking the baby, causing it to burst out into tears.
Now it was Y/N's turn to punch Denki's shoulder as she forcefully dragged his shaking form away, but not fast enough as she heard the startled gasp of the mother upon discovering the purse.
"Want to commit some more arson?"
"There's no point in doing it," Y/N responded, "Those big companies are endless. You burn down one, three more are being built."
"Well, fuck the rich people!"
Y/N smirked, "I would fuck a rich person. Get myself a sugar-"
"Suddenly I am rich. Please fuck me, my queen. I will spoil you-"
She kicked him in the knees, causing him to buckle and topple, "Get away, dumbass."
"You're so cruel to me!"
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