#omawariji 01

This wasn't going so well, Tomura speculated- if the people ignoring his whole existence as he stretched his arm out towards them to hand them a flyer was anything to go by. He wasn't exactly sure what was wrong with him that people would completely overlook him. Was his demeanor not open or welcoming enough? Perhaps it was his all black get-up with his hood pulled over his shaggy hair- ah, he remembered he hasn't exactly showered today. Maybe getting up at 7:30pm after a good 5 hours of sleep and throwing on an old pair of jeans and a hoodie over his head before heading out with the stack of flyers tucked under his armpit wasn't exactly a good idea. Welp. At least this brown random street dog tailing his every move as he handed out flyers in front of the club Deviance kept him company- it certainly helped with his mood not plummeting from the strangers not giving him 2 seconds of their day.

Whatever, he scoffed, these people probably aren't that talented anyway.

He stared at the unsightly red guitar drawn at the corner of the crumpled flyers in his hands before letting out a resigned sigh. His annoying lackey can create a couple more of these, he decided.

Neatly laying out four of the flyers on the sidewalk in a square, he gave his little furry companion a firm pat on the head before plopping his butt onto cement ground, folding his legs crisscross with each of his under the other opposite knee. What a waste of time, he plucked the cap of his iced drink with two careful fingers and laid it next to his thigh. He drank the rest of his watered down coffee, including the small bits of ice left in the liquid and set down the empty cup in front of him, munching on the ice with his molars.

The sound of loose change being dropped into the empty cup in front of him had him looking up, his brows knitted in a frown and jaw clinched.