August 31st 2:05 PM.
Hungry, Accelerator woke up.
Looking up at the clock that was swaying about, he found that it was already past 2. It was already past lunchtime, and just as Accelerator intended to get up and look for something to eat, he found a dirty towel wrapped around his body.
"W-what is...so you're still around...? Why are you wrapped in a tablecloth and looking so depressed?"
"...You were sleeping as if you were dead, Misaka couldn't wake you up no matter what Misaka did, says Misaka as Misaka feels really depressed about her own uselessness."
Last Order was using a tattered tablecloth to wrap around her body as she sat down weakly on the floor. She looked like a pitiful person who wasted her entire fortune on lottery tickets, yet didn't win at all.
Accelerator's reflection wouldn't be interrupted even when sleeping. Sometimes, he would even redirect the sound to sleep better, and then nothing would wake Accelerator.
"Uu...uuu...Misaka tried to ask that you return the towel to Misaka. That blue towel lived together with Misaka, it's Misaka's good companion, and nothing can replace it, says Misaka as Misaka tries to let out a crying attack."
Of course, Accelerator didn't want the dirty and tattered cloth. He tossed it onto Last Order's head, who was sitting on the floor, and then casually glanced at the kitchen.
Accelerator wasn't in the habit of cooking his own food, but there should be some frozen food in the freezer. However, looking through the entrance to the kitchen, Accelerator, who was sitting on the sofa, gave up and lay down. The freezer had already been tossed out, and the packaging of the frozen food was damaged and scattered all over the floor.
At that moment, Last Order, who switched from the tablecloth to the towel, seemed to recover and she said, "Good morning, though the time should be good afternoon, says Misaka as Misaka lowers her volume to say hello. Misaka is hungry, so if you can cook some food for Misaka, Misaka's happiness index will increase by thirty points..."
"Go and sleep."
"Wah, the intimacy value and calories intake are both zero, says Misaka as Misaka raises her arms high. But this isn't to cheer but to surrender, I hope you can understand, says Misaka as Misaka earnestly and politely adds on. It's morning now, MORNING, MORNING!"
"...What morning, it's already 2 PM now."
Having just woken up, Accelerator had to open his eyes. He was hungry, but what made it harder for him to sleep was this Last Order in front of him. Though he could redirect the sound, it was like putting on an eyepatch when bugs were flying around, the uncomfortable feeling couldn't be removed. Accelerator got off the sofa and stood up, intending to get rid of the kid as soon as he filled her slightly hungry stomach. Thus, he headed to the door.
"Eh? Isn't the kitchen over there? asks Misaka as Misaka points at the correct direction."
"Why must I cook for you? Do I look like someone who'll do something like that?"
"Eh? But Misaka was really looking forward to seeing Accelerator unexpectedly put on an apron and put on a domestic man side, says Misaka as Misaka is really disappointed. Ah? Wait up, you didn't even reply to what I said! Are you completely ignoring Misaka now? says Misaka as Misaka can't help but start to snivel, but you still continue to ignore Misaka."
Accelerator wordlessly left the door as Last Order continued to rattle on and follow him.