#kamina01

Naki sat hunched over the bar. His mood was, not the best. For the most part because, there was nothing at the bar he could actually consume. No ghoul bars existed within Citta. That meant if he actually wanted to come somewhere to distract himself, the only thing he could really drink in was the atmosphere. 

He had asked the bartender for crayons, and surprisingly had been given some, so he passed the time by attempting to doodle his boss on a napkin. It looked more like a monstrous cartoon character than it did Yamori. Just when he had started to pick his mood up by attempting to spell out Yamori’s name in Kanji (Ya- wori? No, that was wrong), idly kicking his feet at the bottom of the stool. 

That was when it happened. A commotion started behind him, but Naki did not necessarily hear it. His ear had two pretty large chunks torn out of it after all. He did notice though, the moment he was bumped into. Naki raised his hand distinctively in defense, having been hit a lot in his day, and knocked the beverage out of the man’s hand. It flew through the air in almost slow motion, before the glass spilled of it’s contents on his suit.

Naki, whose suit was pure white, and also a memento of his big brother. Seemed perfectly still for a moment. But that was just the shock setting in.