It was very rare that Rinnosuke found someone trying to enter the building at this time. Although he had no shop hours listed, he certainly had times when he was open, and times when he was closed— and right now was one of those such hours.
Had the person at the door perhaps announced themselves, Rinnosuke might have opened it— however, after a minute or so, the knocking would stop. Having just finished cooking, he walked back to the part of his house that acted as the store and sat his bowl on his desk, letting out a slight sigh. “Hm. Perhaps I should have checked after all...?”
“... No, there’s no helping it. Closed means closed— right, Laika? ... Hm?” Laika, who had been by his feet, was looking up at one of the windows to Rinnosuke’s rear. And sure enough, he’d turn to look as well. “What’s that, a Mistborn? ... Gyeh?!”
There he was— Ogata Hyakunosuke, staring directly at him in the dark, only illuminated by the sole light coming from Rinnosuke’s desk. Setting his chopsticks down with some mild annoyance, Rinnosuke walked over to the kitchen and slid open the rear door, looking out and over at the man standing underneath an autumn-dyed cherry blossom tree.
“Do you realize what time it is right now? We’re closed. Honestly... was there something you needed, Ogata-san?” The man can’t help but sound somewhat cross, but he maintains a straight face.
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