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Rumblings in the underground went on about some kind of dog beast, presumably a yokai - maybe one from the far north. But what would it be doing in the city? Creatures of the countryside rarely ventured into the more busy and crowded urban environments.

But that was exactly where Syde liked to be. Sure, he had had his start in the English countryside and still held a certain fondness for the moors, woods, and wilderness - still owned a home there, in fact - but he spent the bulk of his time in big cities now. They were the best places to meet people.

Especially when he was from out of town. He figured the easiest way to stir up to trouble was to start word of a mystery monster. Surely someone interesting would come looking for him sooner or later. Human or yokai didn’t make much difference to him, he would have fun whether it was treating teenagers to a little scare or having some altercation with a territorial vampire coven. Did Japan have those? He knew they were fairly prevalent in China at least...

In the meantime, he had picked out this area because the nearby bars and restaurants were good. Syde didn’t have much in the way of local currency yet, so just as well for him to help himself to their leftovers. Currently he had his canine visage stuffed into a bag of trash in the back alley of a bar. The plastic was ripped open, debris littered the alley where he had made a right mess digging around for the food he could detect inside.

Chin propped up on her palm at the end of the bar, Futaba watched ripples dance across the surface of her cola, the ice cubes jostling one another for superiority as the underground club shook with the fading tremors of an earthquake. The lights overhead swung, and some patrons glanced nervously at one another, but the young woman seemed totally unperturbed - more inconvenienced than anything else by the series of diminishing quakes.

"You're still serving food, right?" Her stomach growled as if to punctuate the question, dark eyes peering up at the barman sternly from behind her glasses. The young woman flashed him a rehearsed smile when he agreed to check with the kitchen. Dark eyes watched him move away, and once his back was turned, the redhead moved quickly, pulling out a single iris wrapped in foil and secreting it beneath the lip of the bar, unseen to the patrons but obvious to the barman.

With that, she downed the last of her soda and with a kick of her feet, hopped off the barstool and vanished quickly up the stairs and out into Kamurocho's cold night.

“Blood type?” Kanae repeated. A hard question. Did demons even have blood types? She tries to think on it yet her concentration is overshadowed by the stinging pain in her side. “Uh, I don’t know? The kinda that keeps me alive?” Eyes glance from the fresh laceration to her wrist, making sure her bracelet is firmly in place. When that’s confirmed she relaxes against the cold bathroom wall.

“Don’t worry. It’s not that bad.” Kanae offers up a reassuring smile. Hand presses harder into her side to staunch the blood flow. It’s not the first time she’s gone up against armed enemies. Luck’s on her side though. The guy only managed to nick her with his blade. It had taken her mere seconds to counter his attack, and in the end he was in much worse shape than she was. She had made sure all of them had paid dearly. “This nothing compared to some of the other injuries I’ve gotten. Important thing is that you are alright.”

Kanae winces slightly. It may not be bad but it still hurts like a bitch. “I can treat it. I just need some peroxide or alcohol and bandages.” And maybe a new shirt. There’s no way she could go home in this condition…not yet. And like hell was she going to a hospital. “Can you get that stuff for me? Please?”

It had all happened so fast, and Tenji was about as much use as a chocolate tea pot. No sooner had he shouted to warn Kanae about the blade than it slashed toward her, cutting and gouging - gutting, if the thug had his way, but fortunately, Kanae was too quick for him. The host wiped bloodied palms on his distressed jeans awkwardly, grateful that he’d opted to wear black tonight.

“I was tryna... y’know, give you something else to think about. Y’know, your blood type explains things about your personality and stuff.” Tenji shrugged his shoulders weakly, attempting a half-smile although he was clearly quite concerned for Kanae’s safety. “I’ll get what you need, sit tight and don’t worry about a thing.” Fetching, he could do. He was good at fetching.

A boy and a girl walk into a sweets café... totally decimate the entire menu and then slink out and are never heard from again.

[ Text ; Kanae-chan ] Glad they still tasted good!! Sorry they weren’t perfect by the time they reached you... (＞人＜;) wanted to give you something nice!! Didn’t know you could make them yourself - wanna try some of yours!! Bet they’re just as good, if not better!!

[ Text ; Kanae-chan ] Still @ work but heading home soon... sleepy. You have a good few days??

Send a ♥️ for a kiss || Accepting! @kijocursed

“Have you played this before?”

The grin on Tenji’s face was exuberant - it was the grin of a comic struggling to tell a joke when he was already tittering at the punchline. A host’s repertoire was half chatter and half party tricks, and there was one little trick in particular which always seemed to win people over after a few drinks - the pocky game. Kanae was surely familiar with the concept, but although he was conscious that not everyone liked this particular game, Tenji was determined to persuade her to play tonight.

“This time for real, okay? Hope you like chocolate!” Picking up the long stick of icing-coated biscuit between two fingers like the stave of a cigarette, he offered the iced end across to Kanae with a glint in his eye. “Okay, put it between your teeth... and the first person to pull away loses.”

Once the stick of pocky rested against her full lips, he smirked and took the other end between his own, boldly holding her gaze with their faces so close. “Ready?” He had to stand to be able to reach far enough across the table, his hands pressed down onto the glass as he took one tiny bite, two tiny bites... then stole the rest of the snack away with a toss of his head and pressed his lips clumsily against hers.

Pulling back, a devilish grin spread across his face, tongue poking out through his teeth - coyly daring her to tell him off for his cheek.

( @kijocursed) "A grown man like me wouldn't touch them even if you paid me to," came a short reply. Really, he ought to have minded his own business. But the damn store had been far too inviting for him to stick his nose out of. A trinket store with a strong magnetic pull never go undiscovered from his eyes, especially with it being relatively close to his shop. Dolls like those managed to make his skin crawl; there, in those beady eyes lodged in their porcelain heads, he was convinced that nothing but malice swam. Certain horror he could stand--liked, even. Probably a Noh set, had he gotten a clear look of them. He'd been content to keep them as clear as his peripherals would go, if only to make sure to stay out of their way. "But a doll like you, and a set of chops like that," he said, turning around to find the speaker, "I might just reconsider." And there he did, behind the counter in what he could only assume was fashionable for the gyaru girls. Stepping closer, he noticed that he wouldn't have to tilt his head down quite as much; she towered him slightly. His cheeks pinched into a genuine smile, showing off what dimpling remained of his youthful days.

"Sorry, I'm just--trying to make sure everything else is going okay too. There's always so much going on. Are you okay? Have you been hit yet? I can patch you up."

A deep wound in his chest was staining his shirt crimson. It hurt a little bit to move, but Dwight couldn't stop himself. Dwight was fidgeting too much for Kanae to actually heal anything, and he had started babbling, but he was too keyed up to notice. There were a thousand different things going on during a trial at once. He peered into the darkness warily.