【 ❁ ｔｈｅ ｌａｄｙ＇ｓ ｃｏｕｒｔｙａｒｄ 】          ❝Gosh. Where could it be ??❞

In all the bustling, it was difficult to navigate the streets without getting consumed by the clogging crowds; shoving through was the easier manner to transverse the route. Worse because of those insects swarming in the skies, every so often one might hover towards someone, sometimes detected, other times not so.

       They'd a nasty habit of biting, apparently. Presumably, they were tied to the oddities occurring within the city, given the timing of their appearance and the new wave of madness sweeping through. Lovesickness... was an odd way to think of it, but it did come down largely to affections for one another, even strangers, so it seemed.

              One of the culprits swooped down, landing on her shoulder and taking a nip. A curse cut off beneath her breath, she shoved the bug off, but then that lapse in concentration had her crash into an incomer, stumbling to the side and into another, catching them before the two of them might topple over and into the road.

╒ ❈ ╛Darkness was falling alarmingly quick in heavy, indigo waves and with each passing moment, the knitted pale blue cardigan circling Shion's shoulders grew less and less useful and more and more like a reminder of just how absolutely screwed he was. ... And here we thought Shion was a bit more resilient than this. Oh well.

"... Well. I could always sleep here, I suppose."

The park bench he was seated on seemed alright enough, and with all of his possessions already effectively stolen, there was little concern aside from the cold that came with sleeping on a bench.

But how humiliating! The deep frown he gave was more directed at himself than his situation.

Looking up at those passing by, few as they were, he grit his teeth and shook his head, snowy hair falling against and shielding watering eyes. This is your last chance to see if someone can help you-- And the lady walking by seemed so incredibly pretty. And she does her hair just like his mother used to!

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