#yang 01

      Okay, it hasn’t even been a day, and she’s already run into multiple people that she’s never seen in her life before (besides Bendy, but still). She doesn’t even know her way around the city still! How annoying is that? What, ask for help? She doesn’t have ears suddenly.

      However, it seems like Peacock’s going to run into familiar person #2 for the week! How lucky is that!? Damn, she should be entering the lottery at this rate.

      “Yang!” Holy shit, it’s her! Her old employee! Peacock wastes no time in excitedly running over and jumping on the back of the other. She likes to feel tall, but she also doesn’t want to be a sap and give her a hug or anything. Pshh.

                                                           (She’ll do it later.)

Except this time she heard it again, and she looked like always even though she wasn’t expecting anything anymore, not really. And a bright yellow bike came whipping around the corner, the driver unmistakably her very own Yang Xiao Long, whooping gleefully at the top of her lungs.

Weiss had expected, if they could be reunited in this place, that it would be an emotional reunion. But she couldn’t help herself. She stomped and opened her mouth to yell.

“YANG XIAO LONG YOU ARE DANGEROUSLY SPEEDING!”

The color caught her attention almost immediately. It was impossible to miss that swath of golden hair in a crowd. The curls were a trademark of only one girl Weiss knew. The short huntress stopped mid-step and almost immediately turned on her heels, her eyes remaining fixed on the fast-disappearing figure of Yang Xiao Long through the crowds of the Shopping District.

Damn her tiny legs and her short stature. Weiss made no hesitation to start shoving against the crowds, offering hurried ‘excuse me’s here and there and making sure she did her best not to stomp on any toes.

“Yang?”

She pitched her voice up, hopefully shouting loud enough for the blonde to hear her. Once she pulled herself out of a particularly congested pocket of the crowd, she started to run. It was a quick and girly run, and she would’ve gone faster if she actually had her glyphs available. 

“Yang!”

She tried again, her voice significantly louder. If Yang somehow missed the sound of her shouting, Weiss was almost certain the brawler would pick up on Weiss’s heels against concrete. Once she was close enough to the blonde, she wasted no time trying to hurl herself forward and loop her arms around Yang’s shoulders.

The hug was expected, that much Weiss was sure of. Hopefully Yang wasn’t too opposed to the idea of Weiss clinging to her like some kind of leech. It was relieving, reassuring, to see yet another member of her team here. There was a kind of happy flutter in her chest that drew forth a stray giggle from the short heiress, a sudden rush of happiness to melt away most of the stress she’d felt earlier.

“How long have you been here?!” Weiss hoped it wasn’t too long. There was no way in hell the heiress had simply looked over someone that important to her. Yang was just as easy to pick out in a crowd as Weiss was.

It had been... Quite a bit since Ayato first stopped by Venuz Patrol. He’d given it a quick glance on his first day in the city, but that was about it. He knew drunk people were a little less wary with their money, and he’d proven that, walking out with a near empty sketchbook and quite a bit of cash in exchange. He drew whatever, be it a portrait, what he was feeling, or something specifically asked of him. He didn’t mind too much, he’d need it whenever he wanted to eat. Yeah, there was a complimentary restaurant at the hotel, but he’d like to be a little more self sufficient than that, at least most of the time. Hotel food usually wasn’t the most delicious, and it wasn’t like rent was THAT high. 

This time, he was here for one reason and one reason only- to get incredibly drunk. No reason. Nothing bad had happened or anything, he wasn’t extremely distressed or extremely happy, but he felt like the trip might be worth it. He hadn’t really gotten drunk before. Yes, ghouls had blood wine, but... it wasn’t his taste, and it was expensive as hell. Not a 100 yen bottle from a convenience store, that much is for sure. 

Of course, this place was still more dignified than that, but that was what he wanted. A nice inbetween. It might be fun, too, the general atmosphere of the bar. He wondered what he’d like. Probably would want to start with the “girly” drinks first.

Walking up to the bar, Ayato  sat down in one of the stools, watching the bartender make drinks for a group of girls beside him. She was pretty decent at her job, all things considered. He’d originally wanted to be a bartender himself, but... Honestly, with his patience level, it might be smarter he didn’t deal with a bunch of drunkards on the daily. He’d probably try to smash somebody’s head open.

Today, by far, had been an awful day. First, Kuroo nearly lost his golf ball in the sewer after a building shift had made him almost lose his balance. With his cat-like relfexes, however, he managed to save himself as well as his golf ball. Then, some little girl had elected to pull his hair when he was trying to pick out which brand of bread he wanted from a lower shelf because, according to her, it reminded her of 'puffy kitty cat fur.' He pitied any poor cat that came in contact with the girl, honestly. Her mother had managed a half-assed apology before ushering her giggling child out of the store with a bag of fluffy, pink cotton candy. Parenting these days, right?

And now, there was this...  The train missed by only a few seconds by the middle blocker, who was in the midst of catching his breath after realizing he was incredibly late. Luckily for him, and not so lucky for the other man, Kuroo wasn't the only one who had missed his chance to board. He watched as this new individual dashed onto the platform. It was a pity, really. He was even more late than Kuroo.

Putting on an almost mocking grin, Kuroo tilted his his head at the other male as he strode over. Whoever this man was, his hair was certainly, well... unique, which he never thought he'd think about anyone other than himself. It almost reminded him of a flag, billowing in the breeze. "Ehhh," he starts, his tone light and teasing. "Looks like you missed the train. Better luck next time, huh?" The middle blocker's gaze trails to a clock high on the wall, ticking loudly in the all too quiet station. "If you wait about 30 minutes, the next train should come around. That's not too long, right, Flag-kun?"