[Accelerator unequivocally does not want to be here, but he's reasonably certain that his options are either show up for trick-or-treating or get dragged out of his apartment by two stubborn turtles to go trick-or-treating, so he's decided to pick the path of least resistance. Better to just go along with their dumb idea than make things more difficult for himself, right?
Dressed in the most low effort costume ever (black feathery wings, some cheap horns and small plastic pitchfork along with his usual black clothing), he's going to hang back from the main group. Not because his crutch has him walking slower than everyone else, but because he has no real desire to socialize with any of the other kids present.
Shoved into his bag are two cans of coffee to get him through the night and it's about five minutes in when he starts considering opening one.]
Party
[You know what's worse than going to strangers' houses for candy? Parties.
Accelerator is not a party person. Not at all. He'd much rather be back at his apartment, sleeping through the rest of this dumb holiday than be stuck in some crappy old warehouse with a bunch of kids he doesn't know or doesn't like.
Unfortunately for him, two specific idiots are the ones putting this whole thing on, and it'd be really stupid if the party got out of hand and they didn't get home in one piece, so....
So he has found himself a spot that is well away from the main party, but close enough to keep an eye on the turtles. He has absolutely no intention of taking part in it, instead cracking open one of the coffees that he's brought along in his bag and drinking it quietly. The other kids generally give him a wide berth, either because of the antisocial aura he's exuding, or because they've heard of his reputation ("that white-haired asshole that never talks to anyone") and have no desire to be in his vicinity.
Which is perfectly fine with him. This might be the first party he's ever been to - been invited to, no less - but it doesn't mean he actually wants to be here. Sheesh, it almost feels like he misses going back to not knowing anyone and having zero friends and family. Life was at least a lot simpler when it was just himself.]
Accelerator | OTA
[Accelerator unequivocally does not want to be here, but he's reasonably certain that his options are either show up for trick-or-treating or get dragged out of his apartment by two stubborn turtles to go trick-or-treating, so he's decided to pick the path of least resistance. Better to just go along with their dumb idea than make things more difficult for himself, right?
Dressed in the most low effort costume ever (black feathery wings, some cheap horns and small plastic pitchfork along with his usual black clothing), he's going to hang back from the main group. Not because his crutch has him walking slower than everyone else, but because he has no real desire to socialize with any of the other kids present.
Shoved into his bag are two cans of coffee to get him through the night and it's about five minutes in when he starts considering opening one.]
Party
[You know what's worse than going to strangers' houses for candy? Parties.
Accelerator is not a party person. Not at all. He'd much rather be back at his apartment, sleeping through the rest of this dumb holiday than be stuck in some crappy old warehouse with a bunch of kids he doesn't know or doesn't like.
Unfortunately for him, two specific idiots are the ones putting this whole thing on, and it'd be really stupid if the party got out of hand and they didn't get home in one piece, so....
So he has found himself a spot that is well away from the main party, but close enough to keep an eye on the turtles. He has absolutely no intention of taking part in it, instead cracking open one of the coffees that he's brought along in his bag and drinking it quietly. The other kids generally give him a wide berth, either because of the antisocial aura he's exuding, or because they've heard of his reputation ("that white-haired asshole that never talks to anyone") and have no desire to be in his vicinity.
Which is perfectly fine with him. This might be the first party he's ever been to - been invited to, no less - but it doesn't mean he actually wants to be here. Sheesh, it almost feels like he misses going back to not knowing anyone and having zero friends and family. Life was at least a lot simpler when it was just himself.]