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While it’s not abnormal to him that a weird abduction incident involving mad scientists would happen to him, Ness still felt dazed and confused. Part of the confusion was probably mostly because his attention wasn’t really there to listen to the scientist, and guilt accompanied the ever-growing feeling of being lost. Not good.

Trying to delay his panic, he scouts around for a nearby store. He needed to call home, quick. Convenience stores and of the like would have a payphone—and just like that, there it was. Sleek doors lined with absurd advertisements for products that wasn’t familiar with him. Not like he was interested. He dashed into the store, and scouted for a phone.

... But wait, what is that? At the corner of his eye, he spotted the magazine aisle. Colorful covers of varying subjects decorated the racks—but, what is that? He edged closer, looked around, slowly repeating the process for a couple inches towards the item of interest. What is the item of interest, you say? Well...

He traced his eyes on a light pink magazine, with a smiling, half-naked, girl on the cover. Ness swallowed. He wasn’t dense, and neither was he ignorant. He knew exactly what it was, it wasn’t anything new to a fifteen year old like him. Wait, was he even allowed to look at these? Stores back at home had age-restricted aisles, did he see one on his way here? No? He’s good, right? Adolescent curiosity flushed his slightly reddened cheeks.

     “They do realize they’ve spelled ‘spooky’ wrong, yes?”

// incredibly tempted to valvatorez but i can hardly keep up with araragi as it is, lol, and i like to have contrasting muses and val and araragi feel same-ish/dramatic //

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Something about the boy before him struck Kariya as rather... off. Not in the sense that others in the city, such as his erstwhile employers, did. But rather, it was closer to the feeling he got when he was near a Servant. Certainly, however, the boy didn’t appear to be such a being, which only begged the question of just who or what he truly was, and why such a feeling came to Kariya.

Of course, he would have to be tactful about it. After all, Kariya was in no position to be making enemies of anyone here.

      Whatever, though. It isn’t his problem. Besides, the items he did find weren’t even interesting enough for him to look at for long, and he takes that as his cue to leave. 

      Except.. when he reaches the door, it doesn’t want to come open. In fact, it’s locked-- unmistakably locked, and while most doors have a switch to unlock them from this side, he finds himself out of luck. Turning back around to face the only other person in the room, Kashuu places his hands on his hips, doing his best to seem as unamused as he can.

       ❝ Did you lock this door? ❞ Well, obviously not-- this guy doesn’t seem smart enough (from just his looks of course) to trap someone else and, besides, as far as Kashuu knows, he hasn’t even been on this side of the room.  ❝ How about.. like, unlocking it? ❞