⊰ shoppers district

@◈ ⟩ mond t。 When Yutaro had first noticed he was missing his wallet, he had ignored it thinking to himself 'Oh I must have left it at the club, not the first time, I'll go get it tomorrow'. The next day, when the club owner assured him they didn't have his wallet this time, he still waved it off. If it wasn't at the clubs then it was at his friend's place... right? Day by day Taro went from one person to the next and grew increasingly desperate, increasingly nervous. Without his wallet he didn't have any money and there were only so many times he felt comfortable making his friends pay for his food and drinks. Taro couldn't even log into his online banking. He could never remember his username and password, so he had it written down on a folded note in his wallet. His missing wallet. Of course, he had visited the bank and they had offered to block his cards for him... but no. He was going to find this bastard and his only trace was the record of transactions! Thanks to this person, he had spent weeks snacking on free condiments offered at clubs and drinks bought by friends and strangers, he had bugged his colleagues for instant food, hidden from his landlord that demanded rent and even borrowed some money from the vampire he was kind of not really seeing. Humiliation. Absolute humiliation! But he had found a pattern in the transaction records. They always bought 5!! servings of ice cream, often at a specific parlour in the shopping district. And so Yutaro dressed as inconspicuously as he could, in a plain grey hoodie and black jeans, hood drawn deep into his face and hid in the shopping district. For hours and days he stared at the ice cream parlour, counting the numbers of servings customers ordered and trying to catch a glimpse of the colour of the card used. He felt like one of those aboriginal shrinked wrinkly heads, dry. And then... he spotted them. Purple card, five servings and that annoyingly satisfied expression on his face... it had to be him. Taro couldn't control himself. He burst out of his hiding place, his hoodie falling back, and ran to the male, screaming a healthy and enthusiastic string of curses at him. It was a bit embarrassing to cause a scene this way, and his cheeks flushed, but after weeks of hunting he finally spotted him... how could he hold back?

@⋇ ⟩ yutaro g。 Kalios was a city that never slept, filled with mortals and immortals alike, chasing ambitious dreams, following temptations, or coming to the city just to cause chaos. Mond spent most of his 371 years assuming different identities every few decades to stay under the radar and curing his boredom by pretending to be someone else. Since moving to Kalios, he had relaxed a little despite his job as an officer. Just a couple weeks ago, the doe eyed officer skillfully swiped a poor mortals wallet and became known as Yutaro Goto. There was no specific reason for choosing this one. He was just easy. And now Mond was on his 5th cup of ice cream for the night, 5th of many he'd purchase along with other sweet delights for the past few weeks. "Ugh. Life's good." He beamed to himself, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, the melted delectable goodness spilling from the corners of his lips.