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Characters: Kasuga and YOU
Location: In/Around/On top of(???) Holocaust Mall
Rating: PG/PG-13
Time: Nov 18, Mid-Day
Description: After the battle Kasuga is in need of need of new clothing and so... very unsure.

While Kasuga had spent night after night since her arrival through the shopping district, flitting from one building to the next, she found actually going there to shop to be incredibly daunting. She had spent time on top of the Holocaust Mall, how hard could it be to go inside and just get what she needed? Yet, that seemed to be the problem.

Since her clothing had torn in battle, Kasuga had found a simple happi to wear temporarily until she found something else. What she needed was something easy to move in, something she could work, train and battle in without a worry that pieces of clothing would fly loose or snag on something as well as hide her kunai in easily.

After a deep breath the blond kunoichi stepped into the mall, eyes going from one storefront to the next nervously as she clutched her hand to her chest and nervously eyed the display in each window. It became clearer than ever that she did not understand the wears of the people of Death City. Perhaps it was futile to go alone without the aid of someone that might know what they were doing.

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As if watching him smash a potted plant in anger wasn't enough of a scene, his not knowing who she was caused a flush to creep across her face. Of course, it was a necessary duty for easily pin-point voices and who belonged to her. In her line of work, one tiny mistake and the wrong person could end up dead... not that she'd leave anyone behind that would catch her anyways.

Avoiding eye contact, Kasuga bows slightly in formal greeting. "F-Forgive me. I am Kasuga-- I aided Michelle last night as she fought along side your partner."

"... ... ... Ah."

He takes a drag of his cigarette, and nods. "The blade? Sorry, I'm not good with names and stuff."

Shizuo taps a stream of ash out onto the floor - it's already covered in soil, so what's the harm? He stares blankly at the mess for a few seconds, before answering.

"You both okay after last night?"

"There is no need to apologize," she said quickly with a curt nod in response. She did not expect people to recognize her, even outside of her bladed form.

Watching him with wide eyes, she blinks several times as he simply makes a bigger mess of the one he had already made. It had taken her a moment to even process that he had said anything to her as she stared at the place where he had let the ashes fall.

"Ah-- Yes, we suffered no more than a few bruises and scratches."

"... You sure? Your partner seemed pretty drained after using that ability of hers."

Eyeing the mess on the floor for a couple of seconds, Shizuo shrugged slightly, before leaning himself against the wall of the mall and sinking into a slouched seating position on the cleaner part of the floor. His cigarette holding hand propped idly against his knee; he tapped another stream of ash onto the floor.

"You guys hadn't fought together before, had you? You did pretty good."

"You are correct, though it was merely fatigue. It is nothing that should harm her in the long run. It was, after all, her first time if I was not mistaken." Her words came out almost as if she were reciting a book, her focus primarily on his actions than what actually came out of her mouth. Watching and listening to Shizuo fight alongside Motochika was one thing, but actually talking to him face-to-face was something else entirely. Even in her time in Death City she had never seen anyone act quite like him.

"Yes, I thank you," she nodded in response to his question. "From what I could see, you fought well yourself."

"Ah. So you worth both fine afterwards. Good."

He rolled the cigarette between his fingers idly for a few moments, before peering up at Kasuga over the rims of his sunglasses.

"I guess. We're still getting used to things. Motochika and I have only been partnered about three weeks now."

He paused, before placing the cigarette back in his mouth and inhaling a steady plume of smoke.

"He can actually handle me, which is a relief. Don't feel so worried about accidentally hurting him."

The kunoichi nodded in response, "I hope that you and your partner are also okay?" While looking him over, it was clear he had indeed been doing well, but one could never be too sure.

"That is not very long, but I can see that he handles you very well as you say. Your weapon form, though... It is strange to me. I had never seen such a thing before my arrival and it had not occurred to me that it could be used as such."

"I have heard any complaining from him, so yeah, we're good." Aside from that scratch one of the kishin gave Motochika before Shizuo sent it flying into a building. But that's hardly enough to cause lasting and irreparable damage to someone like Motochika.

"Ah. It's strange to a lot of people." He pulls out the cigarette again and taps it, "Supposed to be used for traffic. But if it's nearby it makes a good weapon."

Inhale. Exhale.

"BREW's got a fucked up sense of humour."

Kasuga watched him curiously, blinking in confusion. "I am afraid I do not understand. It is useful, is it not?"

"Useful, yeah. Not usually a weapon."

He tapped the cigarette again, and shrugs.

"It's too heavy for people to swing around like a weapon. People get scared when I use one."

... people get scared when he does anything, really, but that's to be expected.

The more Kasuga watches him, the more she wonders if he really intends to leave the mess and ashes all over the floor like that. Though the tap of his cigarette causes the tiniest of flinches, she otherwise keeps her mouth shut on the subject. It is not her place to scold him, after all.

"I see, but you said you have used one as a weapon before?" It didn't make sense to her at all.

Hey, if you spot an ashtray around here Kasuga, feel free to point it out and he'll use it. Until then... ash on the floor. He shrugged slightly,

"Yeah. But people usually don't. It's just... there. And I tend to just grab whatever."

Her confusion mixed with awe that a man could fight with anything of his choosing in such a way. The expression showed on her face plain as day. "You must be highly skilled to achieve such a feat. I know few who can truly fight with anything and still manage to survive."

Shizuo's very graceful and gracious response is a slightly dismissive snort.

"Not skilled. Probably just cursed or some shit."

Using the wall, he pushed himself out of his seating position and stood up, brushing any stray dirt off his trousers as he did. He crushed the end of his cigarette with his fingers, snuffing out the last lingering embers and apparently not giving a damn about any possible burning doing so might cause.

"Skill hasn't got anything to do with it. I just can."

Kasuga's eyes never left him save for a second to glance down at the floor around his feet for the umpteenth time. "You are not a trained fighter?" she questioned, unsure of his meaning.

"Nope."

His free hand slipped into his pocket and he rolled the now snuffed out cigarette butt between his fingers.

"I just... taught myself some stuff. Other than that, training's not exactly necessary."

He didn't need to training to deal with big headed thugs, people skipping their debt payments or the damn flea after all.

"Have you been fighting long?" she asked, her natural curiosity getting the better of her. After all, she had never heard of anyone quite like him before, even where she came from one did not simply pick up anything and use it as they pleased. Those people did not live long.

Good question. He'd gotten into some fights as a kid - the most memorable being the one that shook him up the most, trying to help that shopkeeper he was fond of. But everything hadn't gone totally to shit until he'd met that damn flea, and he'd started orchestrating all those gang attacks on him.

"... 'bout nine years maybe? I didn't have much choice once I got into high school."

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both... at the same time!

Making the impossible possible.

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oh god what are tenses /keeps switching between present and past

IDK JUST WRITE OUT OF YOUR ASS AS I DO

WORKS FOR ME!

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