[It's a sunny day, and the wind turbines rotate steadily in the light breeze. A drum-shaped cleaning robot putters by as Accelerator stands there, leaning on his crutch, scowling lowly at Academy City and the two figures walking down the street.
Himself, before the gunshot, no choker or crutch in sight, and a tiny brown-haired girl wrapped in a ratty blue blanket. It's only the two of them, since it's the final day of summer vacation and most of the student population is inside finishing up homework.
“Is that hair natural? says Misaka as Misaka wants to know,” asked Last Order as they neared a family restaurant chain.
“Eh?”
“Your hair! White hair isn’t normal, points out Misaka. And how do you biologically even have red eyes, too? asks Misaka as Misaka is all confused.”
Accelerator - the actual Accelerator not this dream-memory of himself - scrubs a hand down his face tiredly.]
Dreams (Closed to Leo)
Himself, before the gunshot, no choker or crutch in sight, and a tiny brown-haired girl wrapped in a ratty blue blanket. It's only the two of them, since it's the final day of summer vacation and most of the student population is inside finishing up homework.
“Is that hair natural? says Misaka as Misaka wants to know,” asked Last Order as they neared a family restaurant chain.
“Eh?”
“Your hair! White hair isn’t normal, points out Misaka. And how do you biologically even have red eyes, too? asks Misaka as Misaka is all confused.”
Accelerator - the actual Accelerator not this dream-memory of himself - scrubs a hand down his face tiredly.]