Strolly Stroll Strolling [O]

[Blaine]

It was night-time and the village streets were mostly empty. With the exception of a few drunks the streets were silent. A full moon was floating low in the sky. It was a surprisingly cold spring night and a gusty wind was blowing through the village. With his equipment on him Blaine was strolling down the street. He was on his way to a bar, he had a friend to meet there. Blaine enjoyed night-time more than he enjoyed alcohol, which was a hard love to beat. The neon bar lights lit up the surrounding area in a sickening blue colour. The bar itself was out in the open, waiting for strangers to take a seat and order. Blaine did just that, ordering a few shots of sake. For now he sat with a blank expression on his face, waiting for his friend to turn up.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

Masaaki Oniguya was quietly walking through the town in what had now become a ritual for him. His black attire bled his figure into the night sky, his umbrella tapping the ground the singular sound emanating from his watchful patrol. Lit eyes illuminated his face, a burning scarlet red that gave him a view far beyond normal eyes. As he approached the neon sign of the bar, his eyes dulled again as he winced, the bright light hurting his eyes for a few seconds.

It was an open bar, but it appeared to be empty aside from one man, who was staring blankly at his drink. With a small half-shrug, Masaaki drew up alongside him, taking the seat nearby. Ordering a singular shot of sake, he allowed his umbrella to clack against his chair as he spoke.

"Windy."

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