Drip, drip.

A trail of water followed the idol as he walked about, making the tiled floor beneath his feet as slippery as ever. The idea that his drenched clothes were creating a possible safety hazard didn’t seem to occur to Kanata in spite of the dirty looks he received for his negligence. No, the thought didn’t manifest itself at all– At least, it didn’t until some poor soul apparently had not seen the water coating the white tiles beneath his feet, and this unfortunate stranger found himself on the floor.

“Oops. Is that my ‘fault’?”

The sound of the tumble had caught Kanata’s attention, and the guilty party looked down at the trail of water following him for the first time since he had started his walk. Carefully, he approached the stranger, extending his hand in hopes of helping the poor man up.

And old habits were hard to kill. Always on guard, it gave him an advantage in a wide variety of fights - both against Mirror World Monsters and something as mundane as petty pocket-pickers. Perhaps he used too much force to disarm the man’s knife, twisting his wrist and easily pushing him against the wall.

“Find a new path,” he advised him, watching him scurry off. There was nothing more he could do to encourage the stranger to change his own destiny, and quite frankly he wasn’t even sure he wanted to go to the effort. It was not his business to chase his customers down and ensure they were making all the right choices - that was their own autonomy.

Tezuka’s senses prickled as he felt another presence behind him, and he acted purely on instinct, spinning around to grab the man’s wrist - also prepared to disarm him. Only to find a stranger that sent off all sort of bells in his mind. This man was important, no doubt. “My apologies,” he slowly withdrew his hand.

Fine. She just wouldn’t get work done - Maki glanced around for the incessant noise before her eyes landed upon a phone booth that had certainly seen better days. I’ve never seen one of those in person before... It would have been interesting had she not been so ticked off.

Her eyes also happened to land upon the man standing nearby - maybe he had just stopped, or he had been waiting there, or something, but Maki placed a hand on her cocked hips. “Hey,” she called out. “Is that for you? If so, please answer it, it’s ruining my concentration!”