[OOM: A mere day after the events of a
certain in-bar battle, the sharks attempt to deliver gratitude to the one who helped them out in the first place - but what should be a happy scene
quickly turns into a apprehensive parting of ways.]
And later that night, these instincts hold true...]
A teenage boy on skates, at the entrance of the bar.
A strange looking device, opened on his back. There's a wild look in his eyes underneath tossled blond hair, and a keen observer might notice blood dripping off his fingertips, underneath his long sleeves. He regards the bar with a blank look for a moment, as if he's unsure what to do with it, before his eyes focus more clearly.
Silence still, as Kanon looks around him, before finally speaking. "Ah," he says. "How interesting." The device folds up and now looks like a more normal guitar case, but the wild look isn't quite calmed down. This boy's just gotten out of battle, and it might affect him for awhile... there may even be hidden wounds sustained underneath that camouflage of clothing.
But the more immediate problem is what this place is and why he is here, and that's not something he can figure out by himself. Anyone care to help him?