<strong>Karasawa Kousuke.<br/>Shibuya 109.<br/>01:41 PM.<br/>Tagged: Illue Sinata.</strong><br/><br/>Wooah. That's a pretty cool atmosphere that the program's making. It's inconvenient, but at the same time it feels real authentic. Kousuke could respect this kind of annoying tenacity, if it would fuck with someone else's phone other than his. With a sigh his fingers inputted the first screen name he wouldn't mind to be seen around in a game like this.<br/><br/><em>Name: H8OT4KU</em><br/><br/>On second thought.<br/><br/><em>Name: Gremlin</em><br/><br/>Like everyone else who completed the forceful step, "H8OT4KU" proceeded to realize that his phone had lost nearly all reception and connectivity. Mofuggin' SoftBank! Grumbling and unaware of several others a few feet away complaining about the same issue, Kou finally realized the girl that was in the lounge had already walked out.<br/><br/>By walking into her. Oof.<br/><br/>"HEY, WATCH... Er. Sorry." The realization that bumping into someone leaning into a wall would purely be his own fault came mid-sentence. And only mid-sentence.