When the stints have been broken, and they can't help you now...

[asortofdevil]

WHO: asortofdevil and WHOEVER.
WHERE: Around the City. Just cause.
WHEN: Let's say Sunday since I was stolen away for the weekend and I MISSED EVERYTHING. Hi, guys.
WARNINGS: Probably mild swearing and violence? It's Hijikata, after all....,...,
SUMMARY: Blind badass with a hidden sword in his cane is making some sort of recon walk in the City. AKA, he's restless

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[precog_princess]

[ Haruka has a seventh-sense of sorts that's reserved specially for locating Mamoru and knowing when he's out and about.

So that sense went into overdrive today and of course she had to grab her coat and head outside to try and find him. It didn't matter that she'd already seen him once, seeing him again was always her first choice in these matters.

It doesn't take too long to catch up to him, clinging to her coat and smiling a little to herself when he tilts his head.

She knows she doesn't have to say anything to announce herself because he's sensed her there so many times before. ]

[asortofdevil]

[ He snorts. It's her scent, and her tiny footsteps - they grew subtle, a little more, with the practice, or maybe she learned something new here - wandering about around his own personal space without getting close.

He snorts. If she wanted to be more obvious, she couldn't. ]

You can sit down, if you want.

[precog_princess]

[ Honestly Haruka's sure by now that no matter how hard she tried to seriously sneak up on him, it would be impossible. He knows her too well by now and it would have to be a miracle from God to actually sneak up on him properly. ]

Okay. [ And she sits by him, watching the people pass by just to waste time.

Though something has been on her mind, lately, so she can't help but ask. ] So, which sunglasses are those? Can you see? [ Because of Igawa and the Elements Network weren't here, Haruka had been curious whether his glasses were still operational. ]

[asortofdevil]

[ He feels the warmth and listens to the rustle of her coat [heavy] as she sits down. Her intention to ask something had been somewhat lingering, but it rose to the surface quickly right before he sensed the bench shift a little under their weights.]

Mine. [He draws a pair from the breast pocket of his jacket, and shows it to her.] These don't work here. That's how I figured they wouldn't be around before you told me.

[brevipennate]

[Nill is just on her way through the park, going to the dojo with a box full of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, when she sees him sitting there. Something is... familiar about him. Didn't Bishop have a cane like that somewhere in the church? And the glasses--something about him intrigues her, and she angles her path towards where he's sitting, maybe just to pass by. Her wings ruffle beneath her jacket, and she turns her head to look at him as she starts to pass by.]

[asortofdevil]

[ It's not the rustle underneath her jacket that calls his attention, but the soft scent of cookies nearby. This guy has actually a sweet tooth, so he tilts his head towards the girl - light feet as well, - as if he's curious. Her footsteps had slowed down a bit, too.

So he folds his legs, picks up his cane, rests it across his lap, so she wouldn't trip on them as she passes by.]

[brevipennate]

[His curiosity certainly isn't one-sided. When he moves, her steps slow even more, until she pauses just in front of him. After a few seconds of deliberation, she turns to him and tilts her head. The cookie box is still held firmly in her hands, but... well, he doesn't look so scary. And if he has a cane like that, maybe it means he's like Bishop and can't see. If she could tip-toe around the priest to get away from him and his silly dresses, she felt as if she could get away from this man, if she had to.]

[asortofdevil]

[ The scent is more intense, and the footsteps stopped. They were even delicate, those. Probably from tiny feet, too. There's a light coldness on his hands as her shadow blocks out the sunlight, and that's tell-tale of how close she is.]

[He decides to joke:] Can I have a cookie?

[asortofdevil]

[ He was used to curiosity. Has been ever since he's been wanted, since he held the white cane.

So when he listens to footsteps stopping and a sudden stillness, he waits.

And groans. Just plain curiosity and perhaps a shitload of naiveté.

... he vaguely wondered if there was a children's park nearby.]

[asortofdevil]

[ That earns him a tilt of his head. Yeah, by the voice, it sounds like a kid, but older than he thought.

The question, though, sounds weird: ]

Don't I look like it?

[endorbeginning]

[Well, the park seems to have become a highway. You'd think people actually wanted to go to the park or something. And here Aughra thought that she would be left alone for a while, during the strangely long and cold period they were going through.]

[She leans down to look at the newcomer. He was a strange one, alright. And what was with that white stick, anyway?]

What you doing here?

[asortofdevil]

[The looming figure was slightly more aggressive, he figured, and the temperature shifted. He turned his head towards the origin of the voice. ]

Sitting. [ And the Most Obvious Award goes to... ]

[endorbeginning]

Aughra can see that. Why sit here? [Irritable answers ahoy!]

[asortofdevil]

There was a bench.