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[smokersona]

[ behold, that particular, middle-aged fellow, walking the ways of the Mall with the air of a man lost and in the midst of denying that he is so. one may notice that his pacing has a bit of an impatient air to it, that his shoulders are tensed despite the relatively pleasant atmosphere of the mall itself. the frown on his brow is a dark one indeed

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[westernstorms]

[Well, look at you. Someone's stopped and blinked, because he recognizes you. It's that Junes kid Yosuke!

...Except he looks like he fell out of a western, where did he get that red scarf around his neck, and since when does he openly wear a six-shooter.]

Oh! Hey, Dojima-san!

[smokersona]

[ he spots the kid easily enough. that face is familiar. wasn't he brought in with Souji the one time? weapons in public? oh, he remembers that face all right. he also notices the get-up. and the weapon.

the kid receives a stare most stern ]

Hanamura.

[westernstorms]

[...Dude if this is about spiking your coffee that one time it was an accident]

...You just got here, huh?

[smokersona]

[ that's what they all say ]

What I want to know is where 'here' is.

[demifemme]

*What's that? It's a girl wearing only shorts and running shoes, tattooed from head to toe, and stalking toward... somewhere, grumbling and looking like someone replaced her cereals with shit and piss this morning.

Dare to intervene? She is a punk breaking several laws.*

[smokersona]

[ kids these days. despite himself, he does take notice of the sight. watch that brow arch almost to his hairline.

he has to suppress the sigh there ]

Excuse me, young lady.

[demifemme]

*Shura growls louder, stopping for the man.* What.

[smokersona]

Heard of the term 'decency' lately? [ no, not in a pleasant mood at all, so sorry miss ]

[crackingvoice]

*Are you sure you aren't hallucinating? Because there's a ten-foot-tall angel made of metal here, flying around close to the ground. A small gust of wind is kicked up with each wingbeat.*

[smokersona]

[ that... now, he really doesn't have an explanation for that. or a conditioned response of any sort. so, to compensate, he watches the... the thing in mildly gaping awe

dear lord ]

[crackingvoice]

*As he draws closer, you can see his pupils are cross-shaped. Seeing your shock, he stops and draws himself upright, hovering. As soon as he stops flying, his right wing twitches. He smiles slightly.* It has been a long time since humans were amazed at seeing angels.

[smokersona]

[ he gapes for but a moment more before it occurs to him to close his mouth. he does so with a snap of the jaw, a click of teeth. he was a man of the law, professionalism was something he was supposed to keep a hold of ]

Angels? [ he says the word itself with care, watching the thing with wary eyes ]

[foggy_lightning]

Hey, here's your nephew!

...he's wearing a tracksuit. An old tracksuit, in fact - he looks like he got dressed by a charity.

(pssst, that is because he did)

He straightens up a little when he sees you - you are his uncle, after all - and waves hello.

[smokersona]

[ despite the kid's get-up, he does know that face, and the very sight of it that moment brings a rather dark frown to his face as he approaches. stern cop: go ]

Didn't I tell you to stay in the room?

[foggy_lightning]

He looks...puzzled. And slightly grungy, now that you're closer.

(he has basically been a hobo for a month or so)

"...no? I haven't seen you since March..."

[smokersona]

I'm not in the mood for this, Souji. What's going on?

[ impatient? why yes. choose your words carefully, boy, they just might save you from a painful ear-hauling ]

[notthatsadako]

"Uncle?"

...Wait. Why is your nephew in a dress?

[smokersona]

[ that's what he'd like to know, quite honestly ]

... Souji?

[notthatsadako]

...:|

"Sadako." Isn't that a girl's name?

[smokersona]

[ no-nonsense stare right there ]

... Sadako.