THE FESTIVAL WAS IN full swing by the time rumi arrives at the entrance. everyone was in high spirits ( if the raucous laughter was any indication ) and the smell of food permeating the air made her mouth water. it left her feeling nostalgic for the simplicity of her youth, but rumi quickly dismisses those thoughts as she receives her security detail regalia from an approaching staff member. band secured on her upper arm and communication device tucked into her ear, rumi enters the crowd, following the masses and keeping an eye out for any funny business.
HOURS PASS AND BEFORE she knows it, rumi’s on her first break of the day, another hero having come to switch with her so she could enjoy some of the festivities. relieved of her post, rumi peruses the stalls, carmine eyes scanning the different vendors and what they offered, hoping to find something to sate the hunger pangs she now keenly felt. letting her olfactory be the deciding factor, she singles and sniffs out a particular mouthwatering scent ( something crispy, tenderly marinated with care and grilled to perfection, topped with sesame seeds and maybe some chives on the side… ) her stomach gurgles noisily, pulling rumi out of her daydream as she stands before a yakitori stand. licking her lips, she falls in line, jostling the previous patron in her hurry to buy a snack. ❝ oh shit—you okay? ❞
she’d wanted to spend the festival enjoying the event, just tasting all the delicious food and wearing pretty clothes and shopping at all the booths ( lots and lots of shopping ), but just a few days ago endeavor had dropped the bomb that the agency would be one of the main security details for the entire weekend; disappointment breeds annoyance, and maybe she’s the only one that lets it show so obviously, but she’s a hard worker. loyal and dedicated, and patrolling a festival at least comes with pretty sights and smells and music. it could be worse -- yellow eyes scan through crowds of people with cheers and laughter all enjoying themselves ( a little relaxation since endeavor had taken the number one spot was a nice change of pace ).
she takes few breaks, but when she does get one she is honed in on one particularly popular stand to grab a bite to eat; her face, however, is focused on her phone as she scans through the alerts and messages from her boss, thumb brushing along the screen idly -- and then she drops it when her arm is shoved, watching it clatter to the ground. ‘ hey! watch it --! ’ she snaps, looking over to see the number 5 and the ire is immediately gone from her tone. ‘ -- ah -- i mean, sorry about that! ’ a dip to her waist and she picks up her phone ( no cracks, thankfully ), slipping it back into her pocket. ‘ miruko - san! it’s good to see you; are you working security, too? ’
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