#ridernigo

As she had finished her task readying the club for close, she had retrieved the weapon she had been storing in the cellar while on shift. Maintaining an invisible shroud over its form was often best, as the scythe was more often than not alarming to those that saw it. It had been on her mind for the past several hours leading up to the close, something she knew she should have mentioned initially. 

“Ah, hoy, Hayato!” Wanting to speak to him before they left, the crossbreed called over before heading over. Hesitating slightly, she gripped the invisible shaft as it leaned against her shoulder. “Art thou well? It was a good day I believe, even for a Friday.” Pausing, she glanced off to the side at nothing in particular.

“I am afraid I have not been entirely forthcoming with thee, for which I ask thine forgiveness. There is something I must tell thee, or rather, show thee.” She returned her gaze to his, realise she must seem rude. “There is... Something I have been keeping here, bringing with me on mine shifts and taking it when I leave. I have ensured it is always stored safely, however...” She paused, taking another breath. 

She despises the atmosphere.

Yurie despises the very existence of places similar to these. Although her own work had a subtle scent of pleasure, this one appeared a tad more forward and she could only wonder which one deserved her anger. Promoting and repurposing the same concept over and over, only to find yourself chained forever. 

Noise, the loud chatter of people and music far too strange for a woman from the shouwa era. Instead of sake, though; the scent of different types of alcohol pervades in her lungs. The building truly didn’t waste its name away -- Club Euphoria, how annoyingly fitting.

Miyokichi sighed for the umpteenth time of the night, she did not mean to be noticed considering her lack of money but after being helped out to shoo away a man -- what can she do but smile at her ‘saviour’?  

∞ There it is. The smile. Ah....maybe that was too creepy? It would be, wouldn’t it? Especially if she were just randomly out of the blue smiling at the guy all because he looked as if the world was weighted down on his shoulders today? While some might say ‘that smile brightened my day’ (maybe), there are some who’d automatically think ‘what a creeper!’ 

Yeeeeah, just look at the way he’s looking at me. 아.....이바보....

No, don’t run away. Just be cool. Be cool. 

She’s muttering to herself under her breath, head shaking from side to side as the small bag she’s carrying over her shoulder shifts slightly.

Which, ‘small’ seems to be the problem here.

“It was never even this bad at home, so these people must be candy monsters. Or just too damn crazed about this holiday. Leave some leftover for the rest of us who aren’t.” 

Ah. There’s the problem. Seems her post-Valentine’s candy run didn’t end up as bountiful as she had hoped. She stops as she waits to cross the street, a scowl on her face before her attention turns to the person standing next to her. Had they been listening? And yet, all she can say to them is a simple,

“...What?”

The word had been on the tip of her tongue, but now that she had stopped the well dressed man mid stride, she had to think of something to compliment. Even if she only liked his poofy white cloth hanging around his neck.

And now he was staring at her. 

“You’re dressed.... very... um...”