11:16 AM
"Awwwww. Misaka says exhibiting her disappointment at the predicament she has found herself in."
The little girl with short brown hair who resembled a certain brown haired esper complained as her ice cream melted into the ground. A single lock of hair protruded while she pouted.
A pale, skinny white haired teenage boy using a black hospital issue cane turned to the little girl with an annoyed expression. Aside from the choker with the electrode on it, the only other noteworthy thing he decided to wear a long-sleeved white shirt with a particular gray striped pattern.
"That's what you get for being careless," he apathetically answered.
"It's not Misaka's fault! says Misaka attempting to explain the situation to unfairly judgmental Accelerator."
While the little girl stomped her feet and complained, Accelerator walked ahead of her with his hands in his pockets. The little girl gasped and ran in front of him.
"Misaka mistook the melting popsicle for a creepy crawly and thus was startled at the sudden sensation, explains Misaka in hopes that Accelerator will sympathize with her situation."
"Well, sucks to be you."
The little girl gasped and proceeded to bang her tiny fists on Accelerator's thighs.
"You're mean! says Misaka , displaying her disdain for Accelerator's uncaring disposition-"
Suddenly, Accelerator's voice raises several octaves.
"Shut up Last Order!"