As evening brought fading light and more solid shadows, Mystery found it easier to walk along the streets in the edges of the darkness where his strange looks were less obvious. So far no one had run screaming from him, which was odd enough, but no other demons had shown themselves despite the distinct lack of the Honmoon's hum beneath all other sounds.
On one hand, this was kind of nice. On the other, something familiar would have set his nerves at ease.
No care or attention was paid to where, exactly, he was wandering, until a door nearby opened and he got a face full of the scent of human liquor. Ugh. Bars, prime hunting grounds but why did the smell have to be so strong? He sneezes and moves on, deeper into the dark.
Voices echo all around, though it's the raised ones that catch his attention. Curious, he doesn't bother to hide his amble in that direction. Angry humans are just as interesting as any other, after all.
An argument, clearly. Multiple voices, all tangled together. Intent registers more than content, and the possibility of a fight shivers down his spine.
Fighting he could do. Fighting was easy, thoughtless.
The group standing against a single man doesn't give him pause. Not even when a few notice him and turn, scoffing and snarling the best humans can manage.
"Oh look, we got some goth wannabe. Fuck off, this isn't your business, mop face."
Mystery tilts his head slightly at the attempted insult, carefully setting down his dog plush before hooking a long claw in his mask and tugging it off, sharp tusks all too obvious when he leans slightly around the burly idiot to grin at the man they'd been menacing.
"Too bad," he hums softly. "I want to play."
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