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Yo, it’s Cara. WOW I HAVEN’T BEEN HERE FOR A WHILE.

So, I feel like that I owe you an update of where I have been hence why I made this post. I’m gonna put this in a read more even though it’s like one or two questions I answered.

Ishimaru frowned as he heard that, quivering as he glanced towards the other. He only wished to stay until the rain calmed somewhat or until he managed to get dry. It would not do to trouble her for any longer than that. Though he tensed as he sensed her staring at him, sneezing and searching through his pockets for a tissue as he nodded slowly at her words. It would be best to prevent any sort of illness.

“I-Indeed… I-I had a s-slight mishap… T-though I still d-do not w-wish to t-trouble you… A-ah… T-that would b-be quite h-helpful… T-thank you…”

A couple of minutes later after Futaba left the room to the attic, she returned with a folded towel in her hands, unwrapped it, and placed it on his shoulders. She then sat in front of him and looked at his clothing.

“ Hm. . . You don’t look like a Shujin or Kosei student ,  are you from around here ? “

The hall monitor shivered in the cold air, coughing as the rain quickly drenched him. He had been traveling to pick up a few things before he made his way home when some delinquents had rushed off with his umbrella, leaving him exposed to the elements. It would not do to stay in this weather either so he quickly headed into the nearest shop, relieved as he felt the warmth of the room. Hopefully he would not become ill from this.

He blinked as he heard someone greet him though, carefully turning and returning the greeting as he quivered from how wet he was and hugged his sides. Goodness… He must look both ridiculous and shameful. It would not do to linger for long as he did not wish to cause trouble. He sighed softly and began to move to somewhere he would not be noticed easily, wringing his hands as he kept his gaze down.

“A-ah? G-greetings… I-I apologize f-for coming i-in in t-this state… I-I will n-not trouble y-you for t-terribly long…”

The first thing she noticed from the boy was his wet and shivering appearance, her eyes widened a bit.

“ Woah ,  you’re drenched .  But hey ,  this IS a cafe so you can stay as long as you’d like . “

On rainy days, Cafe Leblanc doesn’t get much customers. Today is one of those days.

Akira and Morgana were out like usual to hang out with his other friends, Sojiro was caught up in a conversation with an elderly couple in the booth next to the staircase. As for Futaba, she’s sitting in her usual seat at the counter while tapping on her phone, playing some puzzle game. most likely candy crush

“ Yay !  Another stage cleared !  Neeext . “

“This is so weird and stupid,” she grumbled as her fingers tapped against the gun carefully hooked in a belt loop as a makeshift holster. “How about you give me the abbreviated class notes version on whatever crazy thing you’re talking about, because you’re still not making any sense.” She pulled her hand quickly away from the gun, not interested in touching it unless absolutely necessary. She had a small knife strapped to her hip, and that would be good enough. Probably.

“Are we just ignoring the fact that some creep was trying to abduct you or assault you or something? What the hell is Mementos? What the hell are the Phantom Thieves?” She took a breath, clearly getting worked up in her frustration. “What the hell kind of scrawny nerd needs a bodyguard?”

“ Geez !  Just come with me . “

Scoffing, she walked down the shut down escalators to the floor below. A light green glow engulfed Futaba’s body as she descended. When she stopped at the beginning of the floor, her outfit has changed to a skin tight black jumpsuit with glowing green lines and her glasses replaced with oversized googles with red lens.

Now that I got one of the two blogs I was working on done, how about a starter call?