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Quiet. Something the Sakazaki girl was not accustomed to seeing nor being -- in what would be, under normal circumstances, quite a vivacious city. The clamor of ten-story monsters, the colorful cloud of irritable pedestrians, glaring zips of neon yellow cabs, it was all just missing...--
Then again, there wasn't much to find enticing about the lurching cloak of dusk; or rather, the fear it elicited from its guests. Crime, crime, and more crime -- known to have ridden countless dots on the map, and hers really was no exception. It seemed like the casualties only piled up in the form of tawdry newsprint, day after day.
But when you're a self-proclaimed grand master of your family discipline, did life leave much to fear? And even the best of karateka needed to run out on late-night errands. Tonight's was milk. Corn flakes weren't going to liquefy in themselves. All went along peacefully as envisioned, from her strut down the cigarette-littered pavement to the frivolous tune breezing past glossed lips. The plastic bag dangled in between her fingers, crinkling by the step. Crinkling that gradually died down -- as did her whistling -- when the sharp brunette detected footsteps drifting into tempo with her own.
"Mm...~" To beckon or not to beckon? Shrug. "Okay, okay. I'll bite, you! Whatcha want with Yuri?"
While hues remained asphyxiated onto the queue of streetlamps, it wasn't as if she lacked the preparation to kick some punk's teeth in.
