[color=A9A9A9][h2]Northwestern District[/h2][/color][indent]
They were asking a lot of questions, weren’t they? A frown passed over Gotou’s face.

[b]“Business as in, y’know, using the washroom? Look, I don’t know what sorta made-up shit you’re imagining, but your mistrust is misplaced.”[/b] The man looked between the two of them, flustered but also irritated. Who did these children think they were, really? [b]“Now, if you’ll excuse me, we ought to get…”

“Perhaps just a cup of tea?”[/b] A soft voice, a bewitching gaze. A strand of hair brushed by Gotou’s shoulder, as Maya smiled, placing a saucer and a teacup down on the table. Chamomile, with a hint of something else too.

[b]“Oh, uh, no, we really should leave. Sorry for all the trouble, ma’am.”[/b]

Maya shook her head. [b]“It’s no trouble at all, sir. The sun is especially strong this time of day, and it would honestly be more troublesome if you too were to collapse in such an environment. Perhaps just until the shadows grow a little longer…”[/b]

Gotou drew in a breath. Even men in their thirties weren’t immune to the charms of a well-endowed woman, it appeared. He looked at Maya, then at Suzuha, then back to Maya, and with a sigh, said, [b]“If it pleases you.”[/b]

Gently, the man placed his relative back down, before taking a seat beside her. He sipped tea, let out another sigh, and pointedly ignored the two skeptical university students.

Time passed. Though Spice Tea was usually calming, it was just awkward now. Fumiko, alert and doubtful, had her gaze locked upon Gotou. Aya, however, found her gaze wandering eventually. There was someone outside, leaning against the window of the tea shop. They took shelter from the sun too, and fiddled with their phone, perhaps poaching wi-fi off from the tea shop.

Weird person, wearing a hoodie in such temperatures.
[/indent][color=A9A9A9][h2]Southern District[/h2][/color][indent]
Mitsuo shook his head, though it was hard to tell whether it was in sorrow over the horrifying last moments of the cat or disappointment over this nefarious villain evading the grasp of justice once more.

[b]“A tragedy, brought on by human hands,”[/b] he spoke, turning his back coolly towards Otoya. [b]“Rest assured, I shall not rest until this fiend in human flesh is brought to the justice of my fist. Ensure that this feline receives a proper burial, lest another one of those scum sate their boredom with it. Now, I must leave! Justice never sleeps.”[/b]

And with that, he strode off once more, northwards, as bold as a beetle, the stag sort of beetle.
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