Nov 9, 2014
The confused Deity shifted uncomfortably down the street filled with so many people. Mortals always were confusing, especially when they all turned their gazes up to you, silver hair shifting over his face lightly to hide the paint which adorned his cheeks.
It wasn't that out of place, was it? Oni was quick to divert himself to a side-alley, walking down steps to a secluded ... establishment. What ... even was this? He could pick up the distinct sent of something, something he remembered from a time where a young boy held a part of his soul within hands, unknowing of what lay within.
What had that companion of his called it?
A Milk Bar? Either which way, his head conked against the door as he approached, attempting to enter--
