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[helpingthelongrain]

     Yet again, here he found himself— the Red Light District. With how much he frequented the area, it would be easy to guess why he was here, but assuredly, he wasn’t here for the usual sort of carnal pleasures one might find. As always, it was for material pleasure... of finding broken garbage to fix and sell. Though, with how early into the night it was, Rinnosuke felt it would have been a bad idea to look for things now. Too many people about.

... Not that he was stealing, anyways. But... awkward situations were something the man felt like avoiding. Being accused of a pervert or a thief (or both) wouldn’t fly right by him.

That’s why, with a cheap cigarette in-hand, the man was standing around near a local bar, waiting for things to die down a bit. ... Needless to say, this still made him an obvious target for solicitors who were trying to make money in the usual way about these parts. And that’s why, when the man found his sleeve being tugged at from behind, the man winced.

“Ah... no, er, I’m quite alright, thank you. I don’t need anyth... oh.”

“I remember you.”

     Cutting himself off, Rinnosuke his head to find, with mild surprise, a familiar face... of a particularly noisy girl he had the ‘pleasure’ of dealing with before.

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[helpingthelongrain]

     Sighing slightly, the man set down the rather particular, and slightly dirtied vase he had been carrying in his hands-- idly adjusting the sack that he had strapped onto his back, filled with various clutter, with his currently freed hands. ... The man had come to realize that people here tend to often toss things away. Sometimes, he’d find some rather interesting or ‘valuable’ items within a dumpster or two. And, of course, the objects discarded around here were almost always of dubious Japanese origin-- much like the locale itself. As such, Rinnosuke had made a field day of collecting junk.

... But, it had grown late. Far too late. And before he knew it, he had ended up both exhausted and lost-- wandering into what he could only surmise to be Little Tokyo’s Red Light District. Stuck on what seemed to be an empty, foggy street, all Rinnosuke could hear were distant shuffles, and the literal cat calling of the strays that seemed to live here-- unnerving him slightly.

But, as luck would have it, he’d soon spy a lone figure standing beneath a street light.

She was dressed up with a rather gorgeous kimono, with carefully maintained hair held in place by a variety of ornate hair pins with a bored look about her as she looked around. A courtesan... Rinnosuke supposed. Not that it mattered to him.

Regardless of who or what they were, finding another person was perfect.

“Ah... excuse me, ma’am...” Stepping out of the shadows, his belongings set aside nearby, relatively hidden by the dark, the silver-haired man approached Dabi. Awkwardly raising a hand in greeting, he’d exclaim, “I’m... surprised to see someone out this late. Mm. ... Are you, by any chance, free right now...? You see, I could really use some... help.”

     Rinnosuke, entirely oblivious to what kind of help it sounded like he currently needed, rubbed the back of his neck idly as he looked down at the shorter woman.

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