"Kumogi-san, I think we're finally on the right path. I see a bunch of cosplayers up ahead." Ryouta supposed. Mikan nods, "Yeah, fucking finally! I hope I find my sister somewhere here." The two walk closer to the room where their beloved panel takes place. 

*Kumogi is Mikan's surname

"God, I'm glad I didn't kill him! I'm also relieved that he 'forgave' me," Mikan thought, "After he woke up, he freaked the fuck out! I guess that's to be expected. Then, a security guard with this huge ass mustache came up to us, because we were being 'suspicious' or something. So I carried him bridal style and ran in the speed of 420mph! That guard didn't stand a single chance! Thankfully, after explaning stuff that happened, he forgave me! Kinda. Actually, I don't think he did at all. He looked really bitter about it. He also talked about passing out which made me kinda feel like the asshole (for punching him). Thanks to the 'splashing water' thing, he took off his jacket and what do you know, he's wearing Black Bear merch!  Turns out he's also a fan and we decided to go to the panel together! (although he looked like he really wanted to refuse)." 

Ryouta nudges Mikan's elbow, "Oi, stop spacing out, we're finally here!" Infront of them was abunch of cosplayers and fans hanging out, discussing the latest theories and chatting about their favorite characters. They were all standing infront of a door which led to the room where the panel takes place in. It was less crowded than other panels, which makes the place less hot and smelly. There was a merch stand that sold plushies, T-shirts, keychains, and other delightfull goods. Mikan's eyes lightened up after spotting a Kiki figurine. She ran to the stand as Ryouta followed her from behind, "Oh, you gonna buy that?" he asks as he points at the figurine. Mikan's bright joyous face suddently drops to the floor. She pouts, "No. I shouldn't."

"Want me to buy it?" he offered. Mikan turns her head 180 degrees towards Ryouta, with eyes looking like a beast targeting its prey. "W-WH-WHAT?! THIS MAN, THIS VERY MAN CALLED KYUSUKE ROTA OR SOMETHING, THE MAN I ALMOST KILLED WITH MY RAGING FIST, IS OFFERING HIS GREEN PAPER TO PURCHASE AN ANIME FIGURINE FOR ME??? E?!?!?!" she thought. She felt a shred of guilt, since you know what but... she couldn't just pass on this chance! 

After seeing her drooling face, he starts to regret his offer. "I was gonna buy the figurine for her since she looked like she needed it to live and for falling on her (even though it wasn't my fault...), but I probably should've just shut my damn mouth." he thought.

"WEL-" Mikan was cut by one of the staffs opening the door to the panel room and announcing that the panel is finally starting. Everyone who were waiting started going inside without pushing eachother. To put it simply, being civil. "Aaah, the smell of black bear fanbases superiority~! Being respectfull and self-aware!" Ryouta thought.

"You can buy me the figurine later, let's get in!!" Mikan says as she pulls Ryouta's wrists into the panel. 

"Shit! I lost her!" Miko thought as she learns to the wall, "God, why did I agree to come with her?! I could be hanging out with Himeno-chan right now... or managing more sponsors for my social media with 100K followers... (flex heehee)  I'm not even a damn fucking otaku!! And why do these people stink so much?! Do they not know the concept of baths???" Yes, we don't. Miko whined to herself while looking around for her sister. 

"Wait, I could just call her!" Miko reaches for her phone and opens LIME. She clicks on Mikan's profile, but it wont load. "Wh- Is there no wifi?" She opens settings to activate her mobile data, but... it's empty. "Shit, I forgot to pay for it... Wait, there should be a free public wifi for people in the convention!" She clicks the public wifi and it works! Well, it looked like it worked, but it doesn't. "GRRR THIS PIECE OF JUNK!!! WAIT! I can use my powerfull charm and beauty to borrow someone elses phone to call MIkan! Yeah! There's always a solution for a beauty like me!"

She looks around and decides to aproach this emo looking guy with long black hair covering his right eye. "He seems so emo and edgy, but also anti-social! He would be sweating all over if he saw a girl, especially a beautiful one!" she compliments herself. "Um... excuse me, mister... there's something wrong with my phone... I can't call my clumsy sister who got lost... can I please borrow your phone to call my sister~?" She asks politely and kindly while playing with her hair abit.

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Miko pops a blood vessel, "WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE NOT SEE ME OR SOMETHING?!!?? IS THIS LOSER ASS STINKY EMO OTAKU WEEB REALLY IGNORIN' ME?!?!? Calm down... maybe he just deosn't hear me! Yeah, he is wearing earphones. Maybe he's a bit deaf, you never know!" Miko tries ones again, "Ehehe... uh... excuse me, sir! I really need to borrow your phone to call my sister! It's pretty urgent. Can I, pretty pleaseee~?" As you can see with the underlined words, Miko's getting a little desperate.

Still, no response.

"HOOOOOOOW HOWHOWHOWHOWH DO YOU NOT FUCKING SEEEE A PERSOOON STANDING NEXT TO YOOOOUUU?!?! ARE YOU ALSO PARTIALLY BLIND TOOOO?!?! GRRRR OKAY, I JUST NEED TO WAVE MY GODDAMN HAND INFRONT OF HIM!! THEN, HE WILL HAVE NO FUCKING CHOICE BUT TO NOTICE!!!!" Miko waves her hand infront of the mans face while asking once again. "Ah, excuse me~! Can I please borrow your phone for a bit? I need to make an urgent call!" 

"......"

"Do you not know when a person is ignoring you or something?" the man scorned. Miko's jaw falls to the ground as she breaks like glass into tiny bits of pieces. She probably thought she misheard but nope, twas the hard and cold reality. "Tsk" he rolls his eyes and walks away from Miko.

"TSK??? TTTSSKKKKKKKK?!?!?! HOOOW FUUUCKING DAAAAREEE YOU CLICK YOU MOTHERFUCKING DADFUCKING BROTHERFUCKING AUNTFUCKIING TONGUE AT ME????!?!?!?! I HAD TO DO THAT ICKY CUTIE IMPRESSION THRE MOTHERLOAD FUCKING TIMES AND YOU DON'T EVEN LET ME BORROW YOUR BROKE OILY PHONE?!? YOU THINK YOU'RE SO COOL HUH, MR. 8 GRADE SYNDROME?!?? I WILL FUCKINGAKAJSKJD--!!" While Miko is having a meltdown in her head, another man with a clearly very cheap and low quality cosplay aproaches Miko. "Anohhh sumimahsen, boku heard that anata needs a phone to call anata's onee-chan! So boku will lend anata my phone!" he offers.

*For the non weebs, Anoh is equivalent to uhh, Sumimasen is excuse me, boku is I, and anata is you. Also I know they're japanese so this would probably sound normal, but just pretend that it's not lol

"What the fuck is this guy's business?! And why is he talking like that... ugh.... but he is lending me his phone, so what ever." She turns around to adjust her expression and turns around again towards the man with a bright, warm, and artificial smile. "Why yes, I do! Thank you so much!" Everyone around them can't help but blush at Miko's radiating beauty. The man hands her his phone and accidentally taps the screen to turn it on. The wallpaper... IS A COLLAGE OF MIKO?!?!?! With hearts around her and the words 'My Goddess'. "Ehh aahh gomenahsai ehehee... boku is a fan of Miko-chan heehee... let me unlock my phone ehe" he nervously said while blushing as he took his phone back to unlock the passcode. "Ah! It's okay! Hahaha..." "GET HELP GET HELPGETHELPGETHEKPL"

"Here you go!" The man handed his phone back. The homescreen wallpaper is still Miko, which sent shivers down her spine. "Mm... Thank you..." As Miko reached her hand for his phone, he quickly took it back. "Eh?" Miko mumbled. The man smirked as he pushed his glasses back, "Miko-chan, anata needs to give me your phone number! If not, boku will not give anata my phone!" Miko's face is in disbelief. Is this guy really asking for my number right now? She was so mad but managed to stay calm. She looks down to adjust her expression once again. "Well... I'm sorry but I can't do that! Let's just take a picture together and I'll give you my autograph~!" she responded.

With speed, the man answered, "no."

"............."

"I will pluck all my hair out and cut all my fingers and I'll s**** my ***** and f**** ** ****** *** ***** *******************" Miko's thoughts were very nasty. 

She turns around and walks away. "H-hey! Miko-chan! D-don't you need my phone??" the man asked. Twas too late. She was headed to a gyaru looking girl who's sucking on a red lolipop while playing with her pink and sparkly phone. She grabs the womans shoulder. "GAH- HEY! What's that fo...." the gyaru girl turns around to see a woman who's ready to kill God. "Give me your phone. I need to call someone." Miko said, menacingly. "HIIIY!!! O-OKAY! H-here..." She gives her the phone. She pushes the number buttons to call her sister. 

Turururu...

Turururu...

Tin tin!

"Mikan, whe--" "Hey, who ever you are, my phones dead right now so, call me later or something."

Beep beep.

Whoops