Junpei was deciding that he really didn’t like robots. If there were nice robots out there, then he didn’t think he’d ever met one- these guys were just annoying (and not to mention, dangerous). He was mostly just spending his time looking for anything that could be useful against them that’d been dropped, as well as keeping random people out of trouble, when he spotted someone out of the corner of his eye getting snuck up on.

Well, there was no time to reasonably shout out and warn them, so all he could do was instead make a run for it, and tackle him to the ground before the robot attacked. Only then did he realize who it was- the guy from when all those cupids were going around.

Awkward.

He doesn’t notice it, at first--it doesn’t sound like anything he’s accustomed to, nor does the device the sounds were coming from seem in any way familiar to him. It takes some time for it to register, and after a moment’s staring at the man and the device, Souza gives in to curiosity.

“...What would you call this?” He questions, with a gentle cant of the head, “The sound--the music, isn’t it? It’s unlike anything I’ve heard before.”

It wasn’t unpleasant, but the uchi couldn’t help but be intrigued anyways.

Ryoji was an enthusiastic individual. He seemed to love everyone and everything equally. At least he would have you believe that. That’s why if you had known him it would be no surprise that in broad daylight, he would chase down and begin shouting the name of one of Hive City’s radio personalities. 

"Flamelle! Flamelle! Sir!” He had recognized him by the sideburns from a block away and run to try to catch up with him. When he finally did though, he was sweating from the effort. He cracked a smile as if to say sorry for the commotion he had caused and fished a pen and paper out of his pockets. “Can I get your autograph sir? Your radio show really cheers me up when I feel lonely in the mornings. I always listen to you, unless I wake up next to a girl that is.”

Probably thanks to his previous works as a detective, Junpei had found that he was quite good at dodging those annoying arrows. He’d seen enough to know that he did not want to get hit by one- fake love for a random stranger he’d never met? No thanks, not interested.

However, he’s also noticed that a lot of other people didn’t seem to have nearly the same amount of luck as he did when it came to dodging those horrendous cupids. He’d managed to avoid one by just a touch, but it had struck a random guy walking by, who’d turned to look as Junpei’d jumped from the line of fire.

my boy is the most unlucky lucky person, his dumb luck makes gods quiver in their boots.

Thank goodness for quick reflexes, he thinks, as he grabs the cup before it has a chance to tip over and create an unwanted mess. Gakupo sighs in relief, before setting the book down to look up at whomever had caused the almost incident.

“Please don’t worry about apologizing, it was a simple-- ah?” Wait, he recognizes this man, doesn’t he? “You are... We had met previously at the flower festival, correct?” A smile now forms on his face, though he chuckles nervously. “While I had been... making a bit of a fool of myself. Well, it’s alright. Such things happen.”