Katsuya's gaze rakes over the pumpkin sitting on the table. His lips draw into a thin line as he stares deep into the pulsating red light of the symbol carved into the gourd.
"Never mind. I'll be right there. Just...cleaning up some trash."
With his phone pocketed, Katsuya looks back toward the cafe for a moment....before turning back to the table and punching the carved pumpkin as hard as he can. It bursts like an overripe fruit, spilling more of the ichor across the table and covering Katsuya's hand.
The sting and smell of it corroding his gloves and stinging his skin is familiar. He's felt this before. In demon infested places warped by magic and twisted by the rumors spread in Sumaru. He wipes the ichor off onto the side of the trash bag before using one of the smashed pumpkin lids to scoop the remainder pumpkin goo into the trash bag before taking it out to the dumpster.
With his hand still vaguely smoking Katsuya walks back into the cafe, a steeled expression settled onto his face.
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Katsuya's gaze rakes over the pumpkin sitting on the table. His lips draw into a thin line as he stares deep into the pulsating red light of the symbol carved into the gourd.
"Never mind. I'll be right there. Just...cleaning up some trash."
With his phone pocketed, Katsuya looks back toward the cafe for a moment....before turning back to the table and punching the carved pumpkin as hard as he can. It bursts like an overripe fruit, spilling more of the ichor across the table and covering Katsuya's hand.
The sting and smell of it corroding his gloves and stinging his skin is familiar. He's felt this before. In demon infested places warped by magic and twisted by the rumors spread in Sumaru. He wipes the ichor off onto the side of the trash bag before using one of the smashed pumpkin lids to scoop the remainder pumpkin goo into the trash bag before taking it out to the dumpster.
With his hand still vaguely smoking Katsuya walks back into the cafe, a steeled expression settled onto his face.