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Denji was alone in the Hawakaya apartment.
Aki was busy at public security and Power was out buying snacks for later.
Bored as hell, he roamed around the apartment, trying to find something to do. He eventually settles on checking the fridge, opening it to look for something to eat.
He finds it mostly empty, only filled with ingredients he didn’t know how to cook, and lets out a groan. What was he supposed to eat, he wondered, before he saw something.
An old beer, forgotten behind a wilting head of lettuce.
He grabs it after looking for a few seconds.
He isn’t allowed to drink, “but what the hell?” he thinks. He’s a devil hunter, he’s gone through a lot, why shouldn’t he drink?
He pops the tab, and takes a sip.
It’s gross. Deeply disgusting, with no flavor other than being bitter. “Tastes like shit”, he mumbles to himself, before dumping the rest in the sink and throwing the can in the trash.
He heads back to his room without a second thought, entertained for now. The refrigerator door hangs open.