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Maybe it was because she’d run away from her father that she’d felt a strange twist in her stomach when she saw the small blonde girl with the backpack that looked almost too big for her tiny frame. She recognized the lost look on her face as she glanced around, as if she was wondering where she should go. Lucy had worn that very same look on her face when she’d first arrived, and even now, she hadn’t heard a peep out of her father. Maybe he hadn’t even noticed she was gone....that was just going to make her grumpy though, so she’d leave the thought there.

She pursed her lips, knowing if she just walked away, she’d worry about the girl for the rest of the day. With that in mind, she made her way over, adjusting the strap of her purse. 

“Hey,” she greeted with a small smile. “I couldn’t help but notice..you look a little lost. Did you come here by yourself?” Not that she’d seen any adult nearby, but she certainly hoped a girl this young hadn’t run away by herself and that the gut feeling she’d had was wrong. 

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Sukuna couldn’t believe the scene that was unfolding in front of him.

Honestly, it was like some kind of movie, or maybe even a stranger danger PSA from years ago. He was silently enjoying the warm weather from the roof of a two-story building in the city, his legs dangling over the edge. He had gotten his habit of people watching while Jungle had been active, mostly because of the different missions he had been assigned that involved monitoring and watching over activities, but now it was something more like a hobby of his. It wasn’t as if he had anything else to do, really. So today as well, he was watching the people on the streets. And today, he was watching possibly one of the most infuriating things possible.

“You could be a star kid, I’m telling you! Models who become popular can earn a lot of money, you know! We’ll have to head to the office though for you to sign the contract, of course.”

The pushy ‘scout’ had been pestering the same kid who looked no older than twelve for a few minutes now. It wasn’t particularly interesting to him at first; scouts were a common sight, though some were clearly preying on inexperienced people, looking to trap them in an unbearable contract or unsavory work. Of course, no one was stupid enough to fall for something so ridiculous. Most people would’ve brushed the older guy off by now and went on their way, but this girl hadn’t budged. Still, he figured she’d stop giving him attention soon enough.

Continuing to watch quietly from above, Sukuna took a small sip from the soft drink he had gotten before climbing to the roof, his mental commentary bouncing around in his head. ‘Hmph...of course no one would actually fall for such a stupid...she’s falling for it?!’

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Perhaps it wasn’t the most unordinary sight. The employee of a clothing store, one that specialized in the kinds of robes, hats, and other materials typically used in cosplay, stood guarding the entrance of the store, recognizable by the red apron bearing the same logo above the door which constituted the shop’s uniform. Clearly tired, he was barring the girl garbed in her typical - yet, unusual - attire evocative of a witch or mage. Unable to get past the resolute employee, Megumin was very animated in her displeasure of the situation, pacing back and forth in front of the shopkeep and waving her arms about as she railed about the injustice.

"Maybe you don’t understand, but that choker… I need that choker! The magical energy stored within it is calling to me! I-it knows that I’m its destined owner!”

Such was the nonsensical drivel spewing from Megumin’s mouth, aimed at the hapless employee whose face twitched whose job it was currently to keep her from entering. The reason for that was--

“I know, you told me already. But, dear, we had too many complaints about a commotion… And besides, we have a no pet policy in the store.” Saying this, the employee’s finger pointed to the cat currently resting on Megumin’s shoulder.

“Chomusuke’s not a pet! I keep telling you, he is my familiar, a fiery demon who can level this building to the ground if he desires!” Black, and plain but for the red cross painted into his forehead and the bat wings strapped flimsily to his shoulders, Chomusuke was, in truth, unmistakably just a cat despite Megumin’s frantic and energized arguments to the contrary, a fact which was not lost on the exhausted employee.

“I’m sure he’s fierce, but regardless, we can’t allow him into the store. Please… just come back with your parents and without the cat…”

“H-he’s really not a cat!”

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This city is certainly gathering a lot of runaways, huh. Wonder if there’s anything to that? Still, how is a young girl like you going to survive on your own? I hope there’s someone nice enough to take you in... In the meantime, please be sure to follow everyone on the masterlist, and here’s a link for easy following!