✘ @kougaown
THE HOUR was late, but not late enough for loitering souls to generate suspicion. a lone figure, splayed across the length of a park bench, arm draped over the back; nothing particularly unusual about that. what was unusual was in his hand-- a mask, split between black and white, accented with crimson. rather than wear it, he was playing catch, tossing it in the air and letting it fall back into his palm. however, there was something off about the movement it took; a dip in flight here, an extra rotation there. the motion was mesmerizing, casting impossible shadows on his surroundings in the afternoon light. so enthralling, in fact, it took kano a moment to notice the onlooker.
「i didn’t see you there-- how rude of me, to hog the entire bench! here, here-- take a seat. it’s a nice day to just sit around and ( chat ), don’t you think? 」
kano heaved himself out of his lounging position, patting the now-empty seat next to him. the object he had been holding had seemingly vanished, but nothing about his words or actions seemed to aknowledge its absence.