Plastic Bag

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*Piko's POV*
I was just minding my own business in my bedroom drawing random doodles and sketches and then I heard a knock at my door.
"That's strange Miki never knocks" I thought to myself and then I opened the door. And I saw Len.

"You don't really seem like the person to knock" I said

"You think I don't have basic manners?" He replied sarcastically

"Yea."

I got punched on the arm.

"Ow that actually hurt"

"Sorry It wasnt supposed to hurt that much u ok?" He said sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yea I'm fine it ain't that bad. What do you want anyways??"

"Oh well I'm gonna drop something at Fuckass's house but knowing him I might take a while to come back sooo"

"Can I come?" I asked

"Don't you despise him tho??" He questioned

"Yea but It's gonna be boring without u so might aswell tag along" Len looked to the side and blushed a bit.

"Umm... Sure. But you'll probably regret it"

*Len's POV*
"Am I really that interesting???" I thought to myself as we walked to the creatures house.

"What did he put in there anyways" Piko asked pointing at the bag I was holding.

"I don't really know tbh. I didn't bother checking. But knowing him he probably tried to frame me me for having illegal explosives or something"

We both let out a chuckle.

"Can I check inside??" Piko asked.

"Sure but if you get your skin burnt off it's not my problem"

He checked inside hesitating. And when his head came out he looked like he saw a dead body.

"What was in there??" I asked.

"It's.... Miku's uhhh... Hair."

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