✵ @control-issues -- Uta ✵
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.
---- What a brat.











