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It was fairly cold out and he’d bundled up to make his way out. He absolutely hated posing as some normal university student, but it was better than walking around and people immediately calling people to come and kill him. No. This was the safest bet. Better to play as an innocent student.

Pushing though the crowd, he scrunched up his face under his black facemask. So many people. Too many humans. At least he wasn’t far from his destination.

Finally managing to make his way to the mask shop, he noticed the sign said closed. Tilting his head a bit, he looked at it confused. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the message he’d gotten earlier that day. Uta has asked him over around this time, and he’d come, actually on time for once. 

Haku pocketed his phone and tried the door, only to find it open. Well. At least he’d left it open for him. Opening it up, he trotted inside. He pulled his facemask off and looked around. Setting his bag down by the door, he moved around the shop. There was some bottles laying around. Had Itori been here recently? He thought about it for only a moment before he noticed the mask maker at his desk.                    Asleep.

A smirk spread across his face and he quietly made his way over. Leaning over he blew a bit of air into Uta’s ear. He moved slightly but didn’t actually wake up. There was a tiny moment where he thought about whether what he wanted to do was a smart thing, but as usual, he went with his gut reaction ..... and bit Uta’s ear. It wasn’t hard enough to actually hurt him, but it was definitely enough to leave marks.

Immediately, Haku moved back away as Uta’s head shot up from the desk. The younger ghoul simply grinned at him.

          An intense scent of death lingered in the air and it caught her nose like wildfire across a dry forest. How could so many bodies pile up in the span of a few minutes? She couldn’t sense any of her own kind here-- perhaps a serial killer? Weren’t they supposed to be more... Methodical? Too many bodies usually lead to problems from the books she’d read. Yet there was a grain of life mixed in with the scent. Faint, but there. She reacted on instinct, legs carrying her swiftly to find where that shallow sound resonated the most. The scene before her was certainly horrifying to a degree, but she could hardly focus on the strange contraptions and bodies littering them nor the odd lack of blood. 

Hazel hues were entirely focused on the faint rise and fall of shoulders instead of all of that mess. How could anyone do such a thing? An idle thought to accompany her as she went about trying to figure out how to remove the bar from around this stranger’s frame. Well, who would care if she simply broke it right? So she did just that, breaking it at the hinge and removing it. Examining the tubes and needles, she furrowed her brows and as delicately as she could; removed them from his arm before scooping him up into her own. This.. Frail looking human-- clearly he had been through too much. She frowned softly, practically spiriting him away to her own ivory tower and tucking him into her own bed to make sure he was comfortable. 

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it… In this way our life should be understood.

Then there is no problem...

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          Nights were getting lonely again and with the only company coming from a cat, it was time to hit the town with a couple of old friends they’d reconnected with. With a few drinks in their system already, they could actively enjoy the festivities, but the night was young and while other had their fill of ugly faces with distasteful advances buying their drinks, they took their leave for a different venue. The strip club wasn’t a place they’d really been to before. And Keiko wasn’t sure about going at first, but eventually they’d been roped into coming along as well.

 ‘There’ll be hot guys in tiny thongs. I know you like that.’ The girl named Stacie said, teasing Kei...and she wasn’t wrong. 

                 >> 🔥 <<         ❝       Y’AIN’T SOMEONE ‘M   after,  pal.  y’don’  have t’fuss with me showin’ up.         ❞         he snorts,  glancing down at the   DRINK    in his grasp,  taking a sip from it.