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Hotarubi had not anticipated that his day was going to change dramatically from the standard and typical haze of noise and chaos. It was a normal day and he had been going fine until his senses alerted him to a potential danger.
"dO YOU FUCkin mind?" Was his piercing, splitting voice yelling as kids on the opposite side of the cart ran out in front of him. One of them held one of those toys - a paddle with an attached ball, staring seemingly into thin air and causing Hotarubi to come to a sharp stop.
Just because he knew people were there didn't mean he yet knew how to interpret it, or what it meant in a practical combat sense, that was a part that still needed to be developed. And, thankfully for Hotarubi, being on the opposite side of a moving cart meant that nobody knew who he was talking to and therefore it got lost in the noise.
He came out from the opposite side and saw - a man?
Where did the child go? The child had taken off, and Hotarubi confusedly looked around, he could have sworn... "You're in the way." Hotarubi hadn't yet reason to pay attention to the man or his reasoning, given he was on the clock and he also had to play nice. They were incredibly unassuming. But, before he could offer another word edgeways, the merchants who'd paid Hotarubi for his labour had come up to him. "Surely, Hotarubi-san, you can't be tired yet? We haven't even got there, goodness, we can't sell here in the middle-" "not the middle of the street" the other reaffirmed. "-of the street, but you, sir, are you eyeing our particular wares?" A more elderly woman to a a younger man, but practicaly affectionate and bouncing off one another's energies.
The elderly one sneezed with her hand: and rubbed it back onto her dress. Another finding for Ruto.
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