#luminousdecoy

The streets — lined with the usual spooky decorations for the upcoming festive occasion — was packed with people bulldozing their way left and right. How Yachi found herself being squeezed like a pancake in the crowd — she had no idea, really. The last thing she remembered yelling when she ran head on into the sea of people was — "I'm going to get a pretty costume!!". It was obviously not the best idea, but seeing how everyone else were clad in the different costumes to celebrate the occasion — she somehow got into the spirit of wanting to join in too. 

Making her way towards the shop with the large 'Costume Shop' banner was a huge challenge for the small and petite lass — being knocked by elbows, knees and all sorts of props you could probably name when walking down the street was definitely not the best situation for anyone to be in. As she attempted to dodge the different obstacles that were in her way — her eyes came across a rather familiar-looking shade of orange hair. 

Her eyes widened in surprise, as she ceased any movement for a split second. Was that — 

from: iwaizumito: hinata

A day off from work had allowed the magician some time to kill, which he had decided to spend exploring his new surroundings. After some hours of directionless wandering, Hisoka had found himself in a rather neatly-kept park near the outskirts of the bustling hub of the city. The suburb itself was less crowded and sported a slower pace of life, as one would expect, however, his rovings thus far had proven to be disappointingly uneventful. The majority of Iunctum citizens he had come across, sans for one, weren't the most exciting.

Perched on a bench, one leg crossed over the other, golden hues scanned the grassy plains of the park. A small hill was host to a handful of people laid out on blankets, to the left of the hill a children's play area. Far off on the right, the landscape presented a small pond, home to a few ducks and whatever creatures lived beneath it's surface. However, it was a young teen not too far ahead of him that had caught his eye. There was nothing particularly special about him, not unless a boundless amount of enthusiastic energy meant anything to you. 

Watching for a moment with interest piqued, Hisoka observed the lithe redhead's movements, making himself familiar with them, eventually predicting them. He'd been happily tossing a ball about by himself since Hisoka had spotted him, how long he had already been there beforehand was anyone's guess.

Waiting for the right moment, when the ball was mere inches away from falling back into the boy's awaiting hands, Hisoka had formed and projected a long strand of sticky aura, invisible to the untrained eye. The charged substance hit it's target and, within the blink of an eye, the magician had retracted his extended aura, bringing the ball directly into his palm, and watching as a look of confusion fell upon the unknowing youngster's face.

The last hour or so of the evening shift was always the easiest. The most that happened was, say, a busy-body business man was too fixated on his laptop to check where exactly he was lifting his drink- or something a little more gossip-worthy, like the school kids who'd been waiting on confessing would choose this certain coffee shop to do it.

Outside the shop Hinata could see that there were definitely an abundance of people waking too and fro, rarely stopping to hand themselves into the extremely artificial smell of their "home-brewed" coffee (a comment Hinata would never say in front of the manager). It's not like he was waiting for anyone, but... the shop certainly was quiet in comparison. Small conversation rose from the seeping corners of which people were prone to sit at, because for some reason no one liked to sit in the window's view, but that was all.

Hinata didn't mind though- work was work- and the more sullen the atmosphere, the easier it would be to work there.

Finishing stacking away the tarnished plates into the washer, Hinata stepped back to stage at the cashier. He wasn't the only one around in terms of employees, but he was the one who'd god stuck at the till for the time being. He knew what to do. He'd rehearsed his lines a thousand times over.  Hello! Welcome to our shop shop- the best coffee in Hydread! What can I get you? The lines were cheesy, but he'd thank his lucky stars for not having to endeavor into thinking up his own catchphrase.

But- right, he had a job to do, like it or not. As one couple abandoned their empty cups to leave he genuinely considered the odds of someone else coming in. Everyone knew that this was nearing closing time; and even if they didn't, the streets were already clearing out of people who held a dollar to their name. Killing time, he swabbed the counter clear of any crumbs before-- no, wait-- His plans took to a small halt at someone else had actually come in.