𐌉’𐌋𐌋 𐌔𐌋𐌀𐌵Ᏽ𐋅𐌕𐌄𐌓 𐋅𐌉𐌌!

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍.

[Slapping a wall.]

I don’t! [Scoffing, before tossing the bottles backwards, before slapping her hand on a building, the building shifting, falling over, becoming a bunch of grenades without the pins.] Start running faster!

[Panting.] . [They ran for a bit.]

Is it the liquid that causes the fire!?

Ah! [grabbing the other, following.] Hey! Give me something, at the very least!

[Immediately ducking.]

Great. . . Alright then.

. . . Good point.

I can live on my own. You might need to help a few times, here and there.

Probably until I die. My corpse is valuable.

I was apart of some top secret program of espers. I found out some info about being discarded once he took over, so I might have exploded the building he was in. He lived, and sent the entire police martial to hunt me down.

And a lot others. . . Jesus, you’re strong. . .

I can see that you got those… Pretty awesome, eh?

That’s insane. . . . . . So is that head of yours. . .

. . . W-what the hell was that!? How the hell!? You ain’t an esper!

Any suggestions. . . ?