[ If coffee were alcohol, Akira would be drunk by now. As it is, he's a little twitchy, and running on fumes instead, and staring out the window, trying to wind down a bit before trying to get some of that dreaded sleep in.
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Even if it's dark, it's kinda hard to miss that reddish-pink hair of Rebecca's, even from a distance. Straining up, Akira forces the window open and leans out of it enough to see, and be seen. ]
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Even if it's dark, it's kinda hard to miss that reddish-pink hair of Rebecca's, even from a distance. Straining up, Akira forces the window open and leans out of it enough to see, and be seen. ]
Hey! Sensei--!