@a-variice
It had only been a day since his arrival, and there wasn’t a second where Osomatsu thought, Oh, this seems like the kind of place I could get used to. Not at all. A day and a half of bus rides and walks to nowhere in particular, he’d decided that even though this wasn’t his home, and frankly it never would be. The only thing he could do is try to find the similarities to his Akatsuka ward, like a park or pachinko parlor or a fishing pond or...
a bar.
Yeah, that sounded good.
So he quietly shuffles in and orders a beer; they don’t have the kind he likes, of course. He leans on the bar and waits til the bartender-- tall and angular and muscular-- goes through the motions, handing him the bottle and asking for the standard 500 stardust. Wait, stardust? what happened to yen? Osomatsu blinks dumbly, barely able to produce a word for a solid thirty seconds. He didn’t even have a wallet with him.
“Can I start a tab.”