#er!out

It was something Kaiji had wanted to try…. Just once. Also it was Issun’s fault,he had sort of egged him on to do it.

In the shade of a quiet izakaya Kaiji spotted him. The famed Medicine Seller… He really did look kind of shady - even by Hell standards. People with a constant poker face were always suspicious and Kaiji always got nervous talking to them - when you couldn’t see what other was thinking they always had the advantage. Kaiji could do it to some extent as well too though but he didn’t want it to be constant.

Kaiji however had business with the guy. He had to wait until this old white haired guy left before he got his chance to talk with Kusuriuri…. So he sat down. And stared for a while, trying to find words.

A dramatic silence really. For Kaiji it felt like an eternity but in the end he managed to open his mouth:

“ …hey… “

Of all places he could've possibly ended up in-- an hospital isn't one of the expected ones. Sure, he had his fair share of life and death situations, the only times he'd been in a room reeking of dread had been three, and one concerning his own greetings towards the Earth. To somehow arrive here yet again, no matter how different the room looks like, no matter how different the hospital name is, it was still undeniably irritating his nerves. What's more so unappealing was the woman sitting just across his bed with an expression shrouded with admittance-- perhaps she's the reason why he had been lying in bed for hours.

@yamatocockroach

It was a spectacular fall. 

Kaiji didn’t know the guy. He had appeared out of nowhere, clashing himself to Kaiji’s lone seat at the back of the far. There was some incoherent mumbling and roaring mixed up into a language that Kaiji just couldn’t interpret. Like that the guy stumbled to him not minding the tokkuri in his hands (did no one ever told this guy you don’t drink straight from it?!) .

“ H-HEY DUDE WATCH YOUR STEP---- !!”

The warning was on time but useless regardless. Dribbling down from the table, on the floor.... The traces of it were everywhere mixed with the shards of the flash. But for Kaiji the table or the floor didn’t matter. The front of his jeans tainted in alcohol looking like it was Kaiji that had the accident and not the slurring disaster that whose head has landed seemingly comfortably into his lap. 

“THE HELL ARE YOU---- “ Kaiji struggled trying to push the drunk into sitting position at very least. Seems awfully hammered, he’s not about to puke or anything? 

It was October 1st.

So he really was in no position to judge people and whatever they do. They just do whatever they feel like, yeah? So long as they're not policing his actions. Well, this one however, was something else. She(?) was just sitting on the side of the road, maybe in front of her house and carving pumpkins... or so he assumed first until the knife used got a bit violent with its movements and is now... stabbing the pumpkin? What the hell... He knows it was Halloween but... he didn't know some people would take it that seriously.