This wasn’t going so well, Tomura speculated- if the people ignoring his whole existence as he stretched his arm out towards them to hand them a flyer was anything to go by. He wasn’t exactly sure what was wrong with him that people would completely overlook him. Was his demeanor not open or welcoming enough? Perhaps it was his all black get-up with his hood pulled over his shaggy hair- ah, he remembered he hasn’t exactly showered today. Maybe getting up at 7:30pm after a good 5 hours of sleep and throwing on an old pair of jeans and a hoodie over his head before heading out with the stack of flyers tucked under his armpit wasn’t exactly a good idea. Welp. At least this brown random street dog tailing his every move as he handed out flyers in front of the club Deviance kept him company- it certainly helped with his mood not plummeting from the strangers not giving him 2 seconds of their day.
Whatever, he scoffed, these people probably aren’t that talented anyway.
He stared at the unsightly red guitar drawn at the corner of the crumpled flyers in his hands before letting out a resigned sigh. His annoying lackey can create a couple more of these, he decided.
Neatly laying out four of the flyers on the sidewalk in a square, he gave his little furry companion a firm pat on the head before plopping his butt onto cement ground, folding his legs crisscross with each of his under the other opposite knee. What a waste of time, he plucked the cap of his iced drink with two careful fingers and laid it next to his thigh. He drank the rest of his watered down coffee, including the small bits of ice left in the liquid and set down the empty cup in front of him, munching on the ice with his molars.
The sound of loose change being dropped into the empty cup in front of him had him looking up, his brows knitted in a frown and jaw clinched.
“Dude, I’m not a damn hobo,” he called out, though with his low voice bordering on an irritated grumble, he wasn’t sure if the other would have even heard him, “but at least give a little bit more than that.” He wasn’t exactly sure how much money was dropped into the cup, but he just wanted to be petty.
Even when a long awaited day off came, it wasn’t like Keiji could ever stop his wandering feet from drawing him away from his apartment. Keeping his work schedule when his days shifted to nights wasn’t too hard; he thought of himself as more of a night owl anyway, so that worked out pretty well. At least this area had a decent nightlife scene that didn’t really require him to drive too far for the most part. Sitting around in his apartment just made him feel restless and while walking around the city wasn’t exactly his preferred venue of the park, it was better than trying to hunker down for an unproductive day at home. Besides, he could always drop by the park later when he had just about enough of people for the day -- and it was pretty much guaranteed to be empty by then anyway.
This part of the city was always crowded with people regardless of the time and when Keiji was about to make a beeline for the park just so he could let some students (or faculty really, he didn’t judge) have some fun, his eye caught on some guy sitting near the entrance on some papers, a dog by his side even. Geez, some people were really down on their luck sometimes, huh? There wasn’t too much change in the pockets of these pants, but seeing as most people were overlooking this guy, Keiji figured he could make at least a little bit of a contribution.
That was, until the guy spoke. Actually, now that he was stopping and actually getting a closer look at the guy, he looked a little familiar. Definitely not someone he knew by name, but someone he had at least seen a couple times in passing somewhere...
“You go to the university nearby, huh? What’re you doing on the ground out here?”