[right][b][h3][color=f26522][i]Marc Kurosawa[/i][/color][/h3][/b][/right][hr][quote][u][b]Location			[/b][/u]
Central District

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Injured(?) Suit ([@ERode])[/quote][hr]
Did he... really just fall for that? Damn, not only did he probably have less hair on his balls than this tricky dude, but he was enough of a dullard to fall for his display! Marc couldn't help but pause time for a second just to recompose himself, sniggering and shaking his head, snorting between each breath.

The tough guy attitude of this gangster mofo, him taking the bait, and still acting less disciplined than the preschoolers he saw on his way to school was just too much.

No words really had to be said in his stopped time, this mongoloid's actions said enough as a few minutes passed before raising a fist to his throat and making an ahem. He casually jammed his hands into his pockets, holding them there as he unabashedly stared at the crowds, giving as much of a shit about them as they did about the man.

Guess he shouldn't keep the world waiting.

In an instant, his hands flew out of his pockets, face contorting back to the former way it was before he stood in his frozen time. Probably helped the act a bit since it almost appeared as if he flinched due to the minor amounts of whiplash. His lip was trembling as he put away the throwaway umbrella before slowly kneeling down, placing one arm under his shoulder and the mans arm on his back.

His eyes glistened with an almost youthful naivete, keeping the facade as much as possible until he could ascertain the man had dissipated into the sea of people, flowing down a dissimilar path as Marc. Of course, the crowd still gave a bit of a wide berth to the scene, but steadily they began to normalize around the duo.

And then... a sigh of relief.

Rising up with the man in tow, his first thoughts went to calling a hospital or something. He squinted at where the Yakuza "Princess" disappeared off to before popping his phone out of his pocket. Punching in the password and scrolling through only left the blonde with a perplexed gaze. At this point, his mouth was just as agape as the singing man next to him as he began fiddling around with his phone.

... the hell? No matter what he did, there was just an all around lack of reception... even more bemusing was, well, he was in the middle of friggin' Tenoroshi for crying out loud! Honestly, he was mildly agitated, so he just plugged the phone right back into his pocket. Ooook, soooo...

If he couldn't get hold of a hospital or something, then the next best logical place to go was...

[center][color=f26522][i]"Ishikawa!"[/i][/color][/center]

He might have an idea of what to do, though...

... eeeeeuuuuugh!

Marc scrunched his face when he caught a whiff of not only the guy in general, but his breath. He could stand the stench, but that smell, hoooooo. His nose wrinkled and shrinked, lips puckered in disgust as a shudder shot down his spine... maybe he wouldn't mind hanging out in the back... aaaassss long as the guy didn't wander off.

[color=f26522]"... oooouugh... c-come on, we shouldn't loiter 'round here..."[/color]