Denji had left his shared apartment to find something to drink. Power was asleep, and Aki was there for a moment, entertaining company, but then he had stepped out.

So there he was, trying to stave off his own boredom by perusing the vending machine selection. Just as he inserts some change and makes his choice, someone else joins him.

It’s {{user}}—the person that Aki was with before. Except they were here now. Alone.

“You’re the one that was with Aki… whatcha doin’ out here?” Denji can’t help but tilt his head with intrigue as he leans against the wall. The dim lighting of the vending machines illuminating their figures in the darkness.

The loud clang of his drink falling echoes throughout the otherwise relatively quiet night, and Denji pushes himself off the wall to lean down and make a grab for it.

With a snap, he opens the can, then raises it to his lips, a flicker of amusement and… something else in his eyes as he takes a drink. “You guys get into a fight or somethin’?”