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The Omnic couldn't help the little head tilt as he looked at the other. Such a strange design of another...... There are a few unique Omnics out there,he has encountered a few on his travels of course and they always spark his curiosity.

Except for this time. See, Heizou has a habit of saving any vacation days he gets rewarded with, with the intention of using them to take a prolonged period off of work instead of just one or two days at a time. Recently, he'd called in that trump card of his and was now on a visit to the land of Justice: Fontaine.

And, thanks to his name being relatively well-known, he managed to catch the eye of a certain magician; one who had given him permission to go backstage for one of his and his sister's shows.

Unfortunately, the young detective was left alone in the dressing room all but for a brief moment. A common mistake made is to think that someone as eccentric as Heizou will "behave" when left on his own.

So here he was, looking into a full-length mirror, Lyney's hat adorning his head as he struck pose after pose.

He knows he's supposed to stop crime, but for the first time in his life, he's considering thievery.

It was a bit of a slow day in the Pizzeria,Kitty had found herself daydreaming and/or looking at her phone an awful lot. Thankfully since it wasn't too busy,Peppino didn't yell at her for it.

With a heavy and bored sigh,the white cat taps her fingers against the counter in a slight rhythm. God she was so bored right now she was actually wishing Noise would come and bother her..... She taps against the counter a few more times before her ears turn towards the entrance at the sound of the bell ringing,her green eyes soon glancing over to see that it was thankfully a customer and not her wish of the other showing up

' Thank god.... ' She whispers to herself before standing upright and putting on a small and gentle smile to the other to greet them.

Now that he thought about it, it was the first time he’d interacted with rotom all night. He’d told it to buzz off sometime after arriving at the club. He’d felt guilty, sending the pokemon away, but right now the creature was better seen and not heard. A few photos of the night could be sent to social media, but he didn’t want to see who interacted with it. 

He wasn’t sure what might be worse -- seeing Leon react to his posts, or not seeing it.

Raihan shook both thoughts from his head. Briefly, he considered heading back into the club, but pushed that thought aside just as readily as the first few. The distraction might have been nice, but he needed to clear his head before he went too overboard. Somehow he had to make it back to Hammerlocke before the night was over, and that wasn’t going to happen if he kept on drinking.

Instead, he wove his way along the sidewalks and roads. His path was meandering, no clear goal in sight. He did his best to keep the breeze in his face, though. In addition to being sobering, it felt nice. Sure, he was a bit cold -- but when wasn’t he. 

She still felt lost and a bit aimless. Well, that was an understatement. She’d arrived here when a walk went on a bit too long, one she didn’t end because she had figured she’d get home eventually. That had been quite a bit of time ago, and that happy ‘come what may’ attitude had limits.

Her yen would run out eventually — soon enough, her miko outfit may have to go unwashed, herself sleeping somewhere other than a soft bed - maybe not even a hard one... and Himari was afraid. That was the worst case scenario, of course - she preferred not thinking in terms like that. But that’s what she needed to do. Think. 

So she’d gone to find familiar surroundings. A shrine, a religious statue of some form, big or small, any religion would be fine! Just something recognisable! Somewhere to collect her thoughts, decide what to do. 

Himari turned the corner on a small road. She found what she was looking for - recognisably Taoist - and something, no, someone else too.

A someone else with fox ears! 

Whoever they were, their tail was covered by a long cape. The mere sight of another kitsune was enough to change tracks in Himari’s one-track mind.

“Hello!” She called out, an innocent delight rising in her voice. “Another kitsune! Who are you, how are you, what are you doing—“ a little too fast, there. Himari stopped and pretended to clear her throat. “Um—let’s try that again! Hello, friend!”