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Pale skin. Ebony hair. Dark eyes. Those became clear to him once arriving at the counter of a convenience store to pay for groceries. He certainly wasn't surprised for this, as he had earlier knowledge that that certain someone worked there. 

♀//; Although Tetsuo wasn't doing any harm just standing there, he couldn't help but feel threatened by those chilly eyes. Despite this, he tried to focus on the task at hand, which was charging him for his items and giving him a receipt and change. His arm moved a bit shakily as he did so, however. Even if Youji never spoke much, his body language gave away what was on his mind.

♀//; For the first time in forever, he had decided to venture out of his apartment. Just venture out. Even if it was just for a little while. With the stress that piled up between catching up with school and his part-time job, it'd do him some good to take a breather and take a short stroll out of his abode. His outfit was a grey hoodie zip-up and skinny jeans topped off with the standard combat boots. His hood was up for the main reason being that the sun was really harsh on his skin. His whole attire made him look a lot more punk-ish than he really was.

Mun:

When asked that, Youji was a bit confused for a moment, assessing the situation. He realized he'd been unintentionally staring at Tetsuo and that was probably why his friend showed a bit of concern.

ま} - He doubted that Youji would take any of his words seriously. Most people rarely did; it wasn’t surprising though. When Makoto did see Youji consume anything it was the slightest bit of liquid — juice or he’d lose his appetite quickly. It just didn’t sit right with Makoto for that to be happening. “You know but you don’t do anything about it,” he let out a defeated sigh, complete with hands raised and shaking his head.

There was no doubting the man acted like so, with his overly cold exterior. It made him seem almost inhuman. Not to mention it felt creepy whenever Tetsuo stared at him for no obvious reason at all. He didn't just notice him staring--it was more like he was the only one his attention was being directed at, if the man was even the type to regard another's presence. He had always felt his unwavering gaze since who knows when.

"Yeah I know," he said nonchalantly. He heard that about a million times already it seemed. He wished he could eat--if the circumstances allowed him to. But as it was now, he'd been living off of barely any food or drink and didn't consider it too aggravating to his normal routine. He was doing fine, whether or not others around him thought otherwise. Yes, he was just fine. It wasn't any of their concern.