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A taxi pulled up to the curb of a quiet road, and Shika stepped out. The driver gave them a dopey smile, before driving off. Shika did not pay, and the driver did not mind.

The music continued to tug at their mind as they strode down the streets, green eyes glancing over the pedestrians as they passed by. A lure as effective as this felt like a new plot by the DHA to hunt down demons, but if that was the case, would they really have set those black crystals to explode while their own people were present in the warehouse too? Curious thoughts looped backwards and forwards within their mind, but if this was a problem that Shika could guess the answer to, they wouldn’t have been standing here. One had school to attend, after all, and clubs to participate in. 

They continued, striding with confidence into an empty bar that had nothing going for it except for an uncanny sculpture of an open hand. Strange place. Empty, with no black stones in sight. Shika let out a slow, drawn-out sigh, then stepped up to the sculpture, drew their hand back, and slapped it as hard as they could in the center of the palm.

It was a hi-five.

[color=a2d39c][i]Not much of a hangout, really.[/i][/color]