Eikichi hadn't even thought to try to delete it; his brain was, quite frankly, fried from the sudden information dump that Awakening had brought with it. Smartphones were a strange thing, anyway. It was a good thing he hadn't tried to delete it, too, since it clearly ending up being useful in the end.
Somehow, above the sounds of milling people, Eikichi heard a voice rise up. It was that girl... Eikichi's eyes narrowed on her, watching carefully. She spoke Philemon's name, so that meant she must have seen his message. And that meant...
Eikichi pushed from the brick wall, sauntering over with the typical swagger of an overconfident punk before he realized what he was doing. Wait. That's not very inconspicuous, is it? Halting partway, he straightened his posture and proceeded toward Mitsuru as casually as possible. Nailed it. Once he was close enough to her, he cleared his throat, staring down at her with an intense gaze. Well, somethings were harder to change than others.
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Somehow, above the sounds of milling people, Eikichi heard a voice rise up. It was that girl... Eikichi's eyes narrowed on her, watching carefully. She spoke Philemon's name, so that meant she must have seen his message. And that meant...
Eikichi pushed from the brick wall, sauntering over with the typical swagger of an overconfident punk before he realized what he was doing. Wait. That's not very inconspicuous, is it? Halting partway, he straightened his posture and proceeded toward Mitsuru as casually as possible. Nailed it. Once he was close enough to her, he cleared his throat, staring down at her with an intense gaze. Well, somethings were harder to change than others.
"Oi... you got that app thing?"