[Thankfully, the dream version of himself doesn't seem inclined to attack this clone, and the real Accelerator knows how this all pans out, so he doesn't need to warn Leo about what's going to happen. In fact, he'd rather not say anything at all, because he just knows this whole conversation is going to make Leo about ten times as smug as he currently is.
And he's looking really fucking smug right now.
Accelerator glares in response, entering the restaurant. The place is empty, and the hostess at the front looks awkward but doesn't stop Last Order from entering. The two dream kids go and sit down at a table near a window, and Accelerator takes a seat at the table next to theirs. He looks away, but the dream version's gaze wanders out the window.
As he stared out the window vacantly, he caught sight of a hunched man in white clothing walking down the road.
“Huh?”
When the man noticed his gaze, he scrambled into a parked sports car and left as if he were being chased by a stampede.
“Was that…Amai Ao?” muttered Accelerator.
The real Accelerator grits his teeth, regretting having mentioned that name to Leo at the library.
Last Order made a “Huh?” noise and looked up from her menu.
Amai Ao. A researcher in his twenties, and one of those who pushed ahead with the Level 6 Shift experiment until the very end. It was planned around the predictive calculations of a supercomputer, but the results of those calculations had been found incorrect, so the entire experiment was frozen semipermanently. The faction that wanted to continue it would have been searching night and day for the bugs in the mountains of data they possessed, but…
“Him?…What the hell is he doing around here…?”
“What do you see, what are you thinking, what are you saying? says Misaka as Misaka tries to inquire.”
“Would you be quiet? Don’t you remember what you set out to do in the first place?”
“It was to eat lunch, right? says Misaka as Misaka replies instantly. Oh! Wait, is this the plot development where you say Misaka can ask for anything Misaka wants, just for today? says Misaka as Misaka really hopes that’s it.”
He sighed. “No, forget it. I don’t care anymore.”
What happened to her original objective to contact the scientists? He watched Amai’s car disappear down the road as he contemplated that. Last Order didn’t notice. She rubbed her eyes and started wobbling left and right.
“Umm. Lately no matter how much Misaka sleeps, Misaka doesn’t get less tired, says Misaka as Misaka is kinda confused.”
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And he's looking really fucking smug right now.
Accelerator glares in response, entering the restaurant. The place is empty, and the hostess at the front looks awkward but doesn't stop Last Order from entering. The two dream kids go and sit down at a table near a window, and Accelerator takes a seat at the table next to theirs. He looks away, but the dream version's gaze wanders out the window.
As he stared out the window vacantly, he caught sight of a hunched man in white clothing walking down the road.
“Huh?”
When the man noticed his gaze, he scrambled into a parked sports car and left as if he were being chased by a stampede.
“Was that…Amai Ao?” muttered Accelerator.
The real Accelerator grits his teeth, regretting having mentioned that name to Leo at the library.
Last Order made a “Huh?” noise and looked up from her menu.
Amai Ao. A researcher in his twenties, and one of those who pushed ahead with the Level 6 Shift experiment until the very end. It was planned around the predictive calculations of a supercomputer, but the results of those calculations had been found incorrect, so the entire experiment was frozen semipermanently. The faction that wanted to continue it would have been searching night and day for the bugs in the mountains of data they possessed, but…
“Him?…What the hell is he doing around here…?”
“What do you see, what are you thinking, what are you saying? says Misaka as Misaka tries to inquire.”
“Would you be quiet? Don’t you remember what you set out to do in the first place?”
“It was to eat lunch, right? says Misaka as Misaka replies instantly. Oh! Wait, is this the plot development where you say Misaka can ask for anything Misaka wants, just for today? says Misaka as Misaka really hopes that’s it.”
He sighed. “No, forget it. I don’t care anymore.”
What happened to her original objective to contact the scientists? He watched Amai’s car disappear down the road as he contemplated that. Last Order didn’t notice. She rubbed her eyes and started wobbling left and right.
“Umm. Lately no matter how much Misaka sleeps, Misaka doesn’t get less tired, says Misaka as Misaka is kinda confused.”
“That so.”]