#reversedpsync 01

While trying to get her bearings was undoubtedly important, Mizuki's little self-tour of the other wards was dropped immediately upon spotting a familiar all-black ensemble down the street, with orange and white accents making it all the more evident who it was. Still, Aiba couldn't zoom in to confirm with absolute certainty who it was, and she didn't want to wind up with her foot in her mouth in case she was wrong. She wouldn't call out to him until a little over halfway through the dash she'd taken off on, when she was dead certain it was him.

God he was sick of waking up in unfamiliar places. BUT, on the bright side, he still remembered his name this time, and the face he'd seen in the mirror was one he could place. Handsome one at that haha. Wait no, focus. A fruitless walk through the ward yielded a single lead, in the form of a familiar shouted catchphrase that had to be coming out of a specific individual. One who always had his sleeves pulled up just shy of having sweater paws, a guy who couldn't handle his liquor but tried anyways (admirable), someone he assumed watches anime in his free time (or at least used to).

Turn a corner and nice. There was half might himself.

"Hey, you. Ryuki?" It would be so awkward if it wasn't him, he thought while walking right up to him. But the closer he got, the more confident he was. Oh perfect. It is him. Now. "Punch me if we're dreaming, but where the hell are we."

Wait no. Greetings first.

It was just his shadow that looked so eerily familiar for a brief moment. For that second, she had regretted saying that she'd close up the store and that she could do it on her own.

At least she doesn't have to feel that way for long.

“Hey, you. You got any of the candy that fixes this costume crap?” Lilith puts one hand on her hip, holding her other hand out expectantly. Maybe this guy will have one... she doesn’t even care if she has to beat him up and take it. She’s had enough of this dumb cheerleader act.

“And not a word about the outfit, OK? I know it’s stupid. But, like, I am not taking fashion advice from someone dressed like that.”

Oh, is that a book Ryuki’s reading? Too bad he turned away from it for a second. Now puppycat has decided it looked like a great place for a nap.

To add insult to injury, he stretches out before putting his head down, obscuring the entire book, and trapping the poor guy’s hand, too.

“Hey, why do your eyes look like that?” It’s kind of a blunt question, but she’s a curious kid. Not to mention that he reminds her of someone else she once met.

(...at least this guy isn’t stuck in a vending machine...)

“Hey, it’s not safe here!” Leon ducks behind the cover of an overturned desk, looking at the guy beside him. Sure, things seem safe for now, but that big guy could be anywhere in the police station.

(He only seemed to get more mad after I accidentally shot his hat off....)

“Are you hurt at all? And, uh, do you have any idea what the hell is happening?” It’s his first day on the job, maybe the other guy was supposed to be one of his co-workers. He’d give anything for someone to report to right about now.