#bashfullygreen 01

     Madara stood on the street, passing out pamphlets to a show that he’d be holding sometime later today, also on the street. The same street, in fact, but he needs people to attend or to look forward to him! 

     He has no sort of equipment, so he’s picked a quieter street, so that his voice (which is loud, even) can be heard over the bustle of the city life. He hands a pamphlet to someone, then turns to his right, handing out another one with a bright laugh. 

“HEY WHAT’S UUUUUuuuuuuuuuu....” 

Ryuu quickly stops in his tracks. Shit, he fucked up. He could tell just by looking that this person wasn’t the type to enjoy the trademark Ryuu Akiyama fuckboy style.

Obviously, that was true of just about everyone to ever breathe, but Ryuu had enough social grace to understand that yelling probably wasn’t the best idea conversation wise.

Going about her day, Tatsumaki floated through the streets as she pleased. She could only do so for a limited time, so she did try to make the best use of it (even if it was frustrating). In doing so, the sound of yelling caught her attention. Usually, she would ignore commotion of pedestrians, but this yelling was quite close.

Floating over, Tatsumaki hovered above an alley from which the noise was originating. As she had initially expected, the yelling was no simple thing; rather, it was clearly the scene of a crime. A mugging to be exact. Tatsumaki was familiar with such a low-level crime, but she rarely dealt with them herself. Such a thing was left to lower rank heroes, but... 

Sighing, Tatsumaki moved down to the shouting man demanding things of the other (who looked frightfully pale, Tatsumaki noted). She stopped just a few feet off the ground, still higher than the mugger, and glared down at him.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” 

Sheepishly, Biker pulls away, taking a few steps toward the counter. He’s seen people pay for stuff with- well, they call them phones, but they don’t look anything like a phone to him. These are like, weird bricks. He can barely turn it on, let alone pay for shit with it.

“Alright, I’ll be real with you. I have no fucking clue how to use this thing,” he says to the owner. “But those doughnuts look really good, and I’m about to die of hunger, so...”