[backdated to late night on 10/5]

[velocivector]

[Reaching the lab room where Last Order stays sometimes, Accelerator quickly switches out the battery for his choker's electrode with a fresh one and hooks up the partially drained one to the charger. Once that's done, he pulls out his cell phone and calls Last Order.

Ring ring. Answer, you damn brat.]

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[velocivector]

...I can hear you eating cookies, brat. Now what did I tell you about being out after dark? Not without me.

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

"For the great Accelerator to hear such a phantom noise, his ability to comprehend sound must not be functioning properly," hypothesizes MISAKA hypothesizes MISAKA. "But if, in theory, MISAKA had gone to the mess hall on such a mission before it was completely dark, and then stayed inside the mess hall with others, MISAKA suggests that strictly speaking she wasn't breaking the rule..."

[velocivector]

Tch. I don't care enough to argue about this right now. Just... stay there until I come pick you up. I'm busy with some stuff, but it shouldn't take more than an hour.

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

"MISAKA promises that she will and will share her loot if you're nice~"

[velocivector]

[eyeroll; he's not really hungry, though he'll probably go for some coffee despite the lateness of the night]

Stay out of trouble then.

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

"Byebye~~" *cliiiick*

[velocivector]

[hangs up]

[roughly fifteen minutes later Accelerator comes in, having dropped off a guy at the Mess Hall's entrance. He immediately goes looking around for Last Order and her stupid ahoge]

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

*She and it are sitting in that corner there where she has stolen cushions to snuggle into, hot cocoa, and a modest pile of cookies. :Db Also, the fairy tale book. She is reading it.*

[velocivector]

[now that he's spotted her he heads to the coffee maker for some coffee before walking over]

So, what's the point of stealing cookies when they're free for everyone to take, anyway?

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

"It's a fun pirate game!" as MISAKA as MISAKA tries to explain the ways she has fun with great enthusiasm. "Even if they're free, MISAKA is the best cookie pirate!"

[velocivector]

[sighs]

Kids.

Well, get ready to leave. We're heading back to the cabin.

[sip sip mmm coffee]

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

"MISAKA supposes it can't be helped, though she was having fun." *tucks the book under her arm, finishes her cookies, and dumps the cookies into a pocket. :|b*

[velocivector]

[finishes off his coffee and sets the mug onto a nearby table]

All right, let's go.

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

"MISAKA wishes to bring attention to her very tired legs," whines MISAKA whines MISAKA as she wobbles around pitifully.

*just hoping to score a piggyback ride? She'd never!*

[velocivector]

[stares down at her for a while, trying to figure out if she's just faking it]

You've been sitting around for who knows how long. How could they be tired?

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

*the wobbling may be slightly exaggerated, but only slightly.* "MISAKA spent a lot of time running around today!"

[velocivector]

Two cookies.

[holds out his hand]

[neurololical.livejournal.com]

*for a piggy back ride? totally pays three*

[velocivector]

[takes, then kneels for her to climb on, sticking one cookie by his mouth and taking a bite]