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The light softly shined through the windows. The morning was bright. Lively. And hopeful.
Yeah well Pico didn't give a shit.
He was pissed off at all this goddamn light in his goddamn face! AND IT WAS HOT AS HELL OUTSIDE!
"uuuhggggghh.." The ginger groaned. He was in a white tank top shirt along with some sweats that had a rip near the knees.
It was currently 11 in the morning now. About 5 hours ago, he had one of the best times he's gotten in a while. He remembered that terrified look on that loser's face.
He smirked to himself.
Though he snapped out of it. Right now, he was bringing his motorcycle back to their place. Since again, he was knocked out before he could ride it back.
He tried to drive it back, but as soon as he hopped on, it was out of fuel. So here he was needing to push it back himself. Or at least to some nearby gas station.
"How fucking far is a damn gas station!" He complained. His hair was all in his face. Usually he'd keep it up, but he didn't feel like doing it today.
As soon as he got home after their little 'incident' with Nene's now ex boyfriend, he immediately hopped in the shower. While he was in it, the other two just vanished somewhere. He wasn't surprised.
That's when it finally hit him to retrieve his vehicle back. Good thing nobody took it. Not because he wouldn't be able to get it back, but it was just one less murderer he'd need to commit.
A familiar sign was held up in his range of vision. It was a gas price sign. At last, he finally found a station where he could fuel up his motorcycle.
Walking up to the place, he kept his motorcycle next to the pump. Walking into the building.
While he was here, he might as well get himself something cold to drink so he could escape this heat.
Putting the motorcycle keys into his pocket, he walked to the back where they kept stuff in freezers/fridges. Checking out all the options.
Once he made a choice, he grabbed it out of the cooler door. Going towards the cashier. Though, was stopped by and awfully familiar face.
"Pico??" The boy questioned. He couldn't really tell due to his 'new hairstyle', but he doesn't regularly see red heads around.
