Oh fucking hell now the weirdo wanted to talk to him? This is why he should keep his damn head down. Shit.
Neku tucks his chin into his cowl, staring Drift's avatar down defensively. "I can't give you directions to the nearest convention center, if that's what you're going to ask."
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Neku tucks his chin into his cowl, staring Drift's avatar down defensively. "I can't give you directions to the nearest convention center, if that's what you're going to ask."