VI. Should we take that risk?

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"Takemitchy! I got a phone! EHEHE--"

She waved it in the air with a smile. Takemitchy's eyes were wide open at this, tough it twitched as the aftermath.

Not saying that she was irresponsible... But a phone when she just came here? How fast could she hustle--? If that was even the case.

"One question," He asked. Lifting a brow. "How?"

"Smiley and Angry gave it to me!" Her grin turned into a devious one. Which wasn't that much far from the truth.

Takemitchy waited a moment to process the names. It led him to a slight confusion.

"Smiley and... Angry...? Wait, is that the one with the blonde afro from Toman?"

"Yep. Long story short, I woke up on their bed."

...

Takemitchy's face was blank. This is what went over his head.

Angry + Smiley = Violence. Strong. Beats people up when offended.

Y/n = Idiot.

His eyes squinted.

So... Y/n + Angry and Smiley...

She shrugged.

"Not the way your expecting, Of course-- I told them I had nowhere to go and let me stay at their place as long as I want-- Until I can pay rent." She said. "I know. Weird."

He stared at her in disbelief.

"Y/n! You woke up from what?!"

"It's not like you wake up under a half naked girl!"

"W-Wha--"

He shook his head. Praying to the gods that this was just a dream and not, not reality.

"Nevermind-- Can you explain?"

"I just woke up on their bed. By I didn't know it was their house since when I came there, it was still empty." She gave a pout and chinned up after him. "No peeps. And then I saw Mitsuya and then came to see you-- and you already knew the rest of it."

Except for the fact I met with the most hated duo at the back of an alleyway.

They went back to Takemitchy's hosu again for a discussion, opening the wooden door that led immediately to the kitchen.

Quiet, Silence. The only noise that was progressing to another, was Takemitchy's shoes that he was taking off, making the morality in her to do the same. Bringing a sense of discomfort to her system.

"So that's your phone?"

"Yep, are you jealous or some shit?" She chuckled.

He stood up from the shoe rack and pulled out his phone, typing away with sounds of his nails, making raining noises until he turned his phone around and showed it to her on the screen. "Here's my number."

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