— Maximilian's POV —
I've arrived at the Rust Gate bar in the Fringe once again. Still… this place really feels like something out of a cyberpunk movie where shady deals go down in every dark corner. I wonder if there's a dropout school kid simping for a beautiful hacker somewhere in here.
[Why? Are you planning to simp for her too? (ʃƪ＾3＾）]
{Don't tease me, Athel. I don't even know any hacker girls. At best, I just know a gamer girl who also happens to be a weeb.} I shot back.
[Says the weeb waving his weeb-stick and yelling about becoming the storm. (≧▽≦)]
{You're not going to let that go, are you?} I sighed.
[Nope! (≧▽≦)/ ]
Sigh~
After letting out a sigh, I walked up to the bartender—the same guy who was working here last time. That bald head and unfriendly face… I really wonder how this bar manages to stay afloat.
