marble.soda. 06

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Akito walked to the nearest convenience store, a bit of a walk but akito had to go buy stationary his new school needed anyways

Akito bought the new viral marble soda brand that ena had asked and went off to the nearby stationary & record store

the sound of bells chimed as he walked in with his hat on

he searches through what he needs, getting it, paying and going. That was the initial plan anyways.

he bumped into another customer, two colored haired, wearing a simple button up, holding a bag from the record store

" Sorry sorry!" The guy repeated

" Ah really its fine" akito in response put up his nice guy demeanor

the man lent out his hand and akito took it begrudgingly, looking at his bag he sighed in relief that the sodas weren't broken in any way

" well, see you?" akito said calmly, he brushed off his clothes with his free hand

the other guy smiled " hope to see you again soon too kito kun" and then ran off to who knows where

kito kun...' noone calls him that besides- nocturne????

"What rhe hell..." Akito stared at where nocturne stood dumbfoundedly and squinted

akito then looked at the time, deciding it was already way too late for his liking, grabbed the stuff he needed, paid and ran out, crossing the busy shibuya street he got to the cheesecake store bought his sister's cravings and another one for himself with her extra money... But hey! It was compensation for making him run errands for her!' Akito reasoned with his brain

Thankfully he hadn't had anymore encounters with more weird people that recognized him from his gig...

akito stuffed his free hand into his hoodies pocket while walking back home, he felt a piece of paper after contacting his sister that he got her stuff

he pulled it out expecting a receipt he forgot about but found a rushed crumpled up note, fully signed and all

Ah oh well I'll read it later at home...'

'That sneaky nocturne" akito muttered under his breath


'does he just carry a pen and paper everywhere?'

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