It was horrendously cringe-worthy, but it was a sacrifice that he had to make. His dignity as a human being in exchange for getting enough money to pay off rent. While Rui-Ling was a hardy enough individual that could probably just sleep on a newspaper in an alleyway without ever eating food or drinking water, that was a very uncomfortable existence to have, and a supremely depressing one as well. And so, he rented out a one-room suite, constantly buys tasty junk food that would never have any long-term impact on his health due to immortality, and takes jobs from the Dangeki Cosplay Café.

The super seedy, creepy place where girls in costumes are ogled by fat wastes of spaces was definitely an uncomfortable place to job search in, but, alas, there wasn’t much else he could do about it. The light-haired young man, wearing an inconspicuous hoodie and carrying his hands in his pockets, pushed open the door with his shoulder, before nodding in approval at the distinct lack of customers within the shop. There was, of course, a creepy red-head treating a middle school girl to a sweet meal, but enjo kosai was a minor sin at best, and Rui-Ling ignored it.

He sat himself down at the corner, ordered a glass of water, and then said to the empty air, [b]“Business is booming, huh?”[/b]

Other Chasers were coming, and he would probably have to compete for jobs later, but for the time being, there was only a creeper couple and a bunch of greenies. Rank C fodder, no doubt. Nothing to sweat about.

His silver hand drummed a nervous tempo in the table as he did his best to ignore all the weird-ass costumes that the waitresses wore.