Eclipses are always like this. Confused people stumbling around, always right into his turf, and then Gyuutarou has to decide what to do with them. He’s already changed a little, not as indiscriminate with killing, but man are newcomers annoying. Maybe he should ignore it all for the night.
No, some things can’t be ignored. There’s a scent hanging in the air, something halfway familiar that he can’t put his finger on. Rising to his feet, Gyuutarou trots along the rooftops towards the source, scratching at his neck as he goes. Whatever- no, whoever’s got that scent isn’t moving very fast, so it should be easy to find them. When he finally does catch sight of them on the street below, there’s still that sense of only being half-right.
Gyuutarou drops to the ground, and it all clicks into place just a little. Hard to mistake that silhouette, but it’s still off. “Hey, Rui,” he calls, walking towards the other demon. “Something wrong with you, man? Changing your style? Ask Daki for advice, she-”
That’s what’s wrong. He doesn’t smell a demon.
Gyuutarou clicks his tongue, grimacing towards the boy. “Hey, kid. Turn around, look at me. I’m not gonna ask twice. Don’t make me wait.”
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