" I appreciate your concern. But I think we both know you had an ulterior motive. "

“That seems like more of a you problem.” Shiba does his best not to sound smug about it...but he sounds a little smug. There’s an undesputable cockiness to his smile. Nevertheless, the way he presents himself has almost completely changed. The anger is all but gone, as has the hardness in his eyes.

A pink candy hits his head, falls to the ground. Another, green. A third, white. He's not going to let it get to him, he's not. He's grown as a person. He's above that. He can handle it. He— The next lands in his hood. He fishes it out and whips it back at her.

❝ Are you tryin' to get your ass ki— ❞

Interrupted mid-sentence by yet another candy, but this time caught in his mouth. The sugary treat—slightly peachy in flavor—crunches between his teeth. It isn't bad, just... too sweet for his taste. Were it something else, were it anyone else, he might have extolled his skill and reflexes. Alas.

"Nice outfit, weirdo. Akihabara is two stops away." Sorry Coco's a bully.

The Last Unicorn Starters || Accepting

the injury in question was a quite severe gash that had come at the expense of his own carelessness. there were diseased noise still about shibuya; hiding in the cracks where no one might find them without effort. hanekoma was one of the few people in the city who could sense then and thus he gave himself the task of disposing of them. at least coco made use of the shop while he was kept separate. that was one thing he was happy he could assist with in some way.

the higher plane was not kind to him while he had been forbade from interacting within the underground during the most recent game in shibuya. in his own way, this was the angels way of making himself useful beyond writing his reports in post. things had simmered down for the most part. the plague noise had not been able to multiply, nor taking hosts so eliminating the dwendling numbers was thought to be such an easy task. would have, had he not been distracted.

❝  'parentally... not. seems this variation inhibits healin' factors. ❞ he's cradling his shoulder and the top of his wing. the bear had been eliminated, but the injury remained; blood staining his black shirt around where he grasped the wound shut. he had tried at length to self heal but it was his carelessness that got him in his position.

@pixieacoco

And thus Hazuki examines it, unaware of its Plastic Nature.

This is an Earthly Creature, so he believes it needs Food and Oxygen to Survive. And thus he snapped his fingers, holding onto a Bag and Tape after. Though something in the Bag Obviously Weighted something, what with him Forcefully being pulled forwards. But when he opened it, it's was full of Weights.

And thus he carelessly threw the Fake Cockroach in it. Woe may Roach be upon ye.

And then he zipped it back up and Wrapped the Tape around it Multiple times to the point where the roll is used up before finally picking the Bag back up, stumbling back a bit but managed to catch himself before he fell or something.

"Ah...Thank you very much for presenting that Silly Little thing to me. Now if you may excuse me, I must get rid of this."

And thus he turned his back and Walked. Probably to the Shinjuku Gyoen. Probably to throw the Bag in the Water in Shinjuku Gyoen.