Dude. Never say shit like that. Are you tryin to jinx us?
[ Yata has followed him into the strange little store, needing to give his eyes a moment to adjust to the dim interior. And to have an abrupt sneezing fit, because what the hell, it's like plant people gone wild in this place. He wrinkles his nose, lifting an arm to cover it with a baggy sleeve as he glances around their surroundings.
And completely misses the sight of the gnomish woman, which is pretty impressive, considering. It's not like she's dressed to blend in, but he's caught up trying to take in everything at once instead.
Unlike Ryuji, his gaze has been drawn to a small bottle with a strange substance in it, a bright blue that almost appears to be neon, with shimmering specks floating within it. He reaches out to tap a fingertip against the bottle curiously, wondering what it holds. ]
2 THE TELLER OF MISFORTUNES
[ Yata has followed him into the strange little store, needing to give his eyes a moment to adjust to the dim interior. And to have an abrupt sneezing fit, because what the hell, it's like plant people gone wild in this place. He wrinkles his nose, lifting an arm to cover it with a baggy sleeve as he glances around their surroundings.
And completely misses the sight of the gnomish woman, which is pretty impressive, considering. It's not like she's dressed to blend in, but he's caught up trying to take in everything at once instead.
Unlike Ryuji, his gaze has been drawn to a small bottle with a strange substance in it, a bright blue that almost appears to be neon, with shimmering specks floating within it. He reaches out to tap a fingertip against the bottle curiously, wondering what it holds. ]
Who knows. Weird Shit, clearly.