-- 𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎: 𝙺𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚊 (❍ᴥ❍ʋ) --
> 𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛!?
» 𝙽𝚘, 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚢𝚎𝚝
> 𝙰𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚞
> 𝚂𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖?
» 𝙸𝚍𝚔...
> 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 2 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠!
» 𝙸𝚔𝙸𝚔.. 𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙?
> 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘? 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎? 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜!
» 𝚗𝚟𝚖.
> 𝚗𝚘 𝚗𝚘! 𝙸𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙! 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 ;)
» 𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢! >:(
> 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝! 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?
» 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎?
> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
» 𝚞𝚐𝚑
» 𝙸𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛
> 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚑𝚢?
(𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚗)__________
Honestly, Kuroo doesn't know why he told Konaha in the first place, but he needed help and this was his best shot.
He was already out the door by the time he sent his last text, and was now walking down the street.
It was saturday, meaning lots of people going around. It might even take longer by taxi than walking, which is one of the many reasons he wished he had a car like Iwaizumi.
"Speak of the devil..." He mumbled, seeing Iwaizumi and Oikawa walking into a tea shop.
He didn't bother to say hello, since they were most likely on a date and the last thing he wanted was to interupt.
He crossed the busy streets of Tokyo, walking swiftly and unbothered just like everyone else.
That's when he got a buzz from his phone.
He checked his notification bar, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who it was from. (But no seriously, he started coughing terribly.)
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