#erablieres

          ‹ ♟ ›—‣ What were these things? Taroutachi stared up at the skyscrapers in bewilderment. He had never seen such architecturally astounding things before in his life.  They reminded him of skinny mountains, or translucent evergreens. It was all very off putting and staring up for so long was messing with his balance. 

          The now-human pressed fingertips to his temple, yellow painted nails burying into dark strands as he worked on keeping his composure. 

          ⌠ ♫ ⌡—▸ Something smelled...sweet? But what was it? He couldn’t quite place it, but it wasn't a sugary sort of scent, nor anything he could easily recall. Was it something he had never eaten? Was someone cooking? A vendor? Hands remained stuffed into denim pockets as heavy boots clunked against the cement of the sidewalk. He was, quite literally, following his nose. 

          Ranmaru was waiting for Shining Saotome to appear and announce some wacked out scheme; that’s what he thought all of this was, at least. A big elaborate plan to further Quartet Night and possibly even STARISH. He had yet to see any of the other guys around, but he was sure that was meant to be, anyway. 

          With nothing better to do, he continued his trek around the corner, sweet smell looming closer and closer until he passed by a blond, but a few feet ahead of her he could no longer smell that sweet scent. He backtracked, stopping beside a blonde. SHe was the source. Head tilted as he looked down at her with mismatched iris’. 

                    “Are you a baker?”

   There had also been a pond situated there as well, midst all the bouquet of flowers and aurora of colors it seemed almost magical-like. Letting out a peaceful and hush vibe, he retracted his own steps and made his way towards the pond instead. A silhouette of a woman beckoned into his periphery, situated next to the structure whilst looming over the rippling water. The masked boy gradually located himself on the opposite side, commenting on the fishes which swam within. 

   ❝Those are... real, right? Unless they’re alike to the ones in that are plastic or magnetic in that one stall...?❞

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"She won't put down her age? This isn't something I can't look past, is she insecure about writing down her age? Jeez.." 

"I'll have to look more into this later, but with that experience in the Canadian military, she would definitely be an asset to the force."

"Everything else seems to be in order so I'll let this slide for now." 

    Indefinitely remaining among the jovial masses simply couldn't be done, the mediocre entertainment of the nature provided incapable of keeping him adequately occupied. It'd found the male in the perimeter just outside the venue, perched upon the granite steps of the building's entryway with gaze purposefully skyward. Solitude thoroughly enjoyed in this particular occasion, transient was it as company was acquired with little regard as to whether it would be appreciated. Nonetheless, amicable would the male seem.

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"Now aren't you someone I'd wouldn't find here" Motochika teased , a toothy grin plastered on his smug but masked face. She'd remind him of a tiny cannon; cute to look at but painful when lit and aimed. "How' are ya' wearin that mask with those glass things on yer face?" Motochika recalled the blonde wearing the optical's when they first met, " Hm?"