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An Explosion of Colors 𝟙/𝟚

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Okay -- okay this isn't too bad.

Chuuya told himself, warily eyeing the cluster bright lights and nondescript chatter that was just down the street.

All he had to do was back away very, very slowly and then call Tachihara to pick him up. That was a simple enough task, he could manage that.

In all honestly, he couldn't say exactly what it was about the looming festival made him feel so uneasy. Just that there was something underneath the cheery front that felt poisonous to him. Something he didn't want to set foot in.

Also, who knew what would happen when a bunch of Chuuya-maniacs congregated in one place caught sight of their idol?

Nothing good, that was for sure. 

Still. This was fine. There was no need to worry. Whatever disaster Fyodor had intended to snare him in was avoidable. 

He just had to be careful. 

However, as if the universe itself were conspiring against him, Chuuya had only managed a few steps backwards when he bumped into someone.

He slowly turned around. There stood an old man in a military uniform blinking down at him.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there little guy," the old man said, "Don't mind us, we were just headin' on over to that festival over there and- wait - wait that's amazing!"

Chuuya drew himself away from who he decided was a definite weirdo. 

"What's amazing?"

"Gahahahaha! You've got everything down perfectly! The height, the hair, those angry lookin' eyes. I could've mistaken you for the real thing!"

The old man made a beckoning motion to the three people behind him.

"Hey y'all -- take a look an this man's Chuuya cosplay. Isn't it the best thing you've ever seen?"

"Sir," one of the members of the group said. He was a tall man with a single red earing, "Sir, I am blind."

"Oof, sorry about that Jouno. Tetchou, Teruko, you two tell him."

"That's not Chuuya?" the second person,  a man with midlength black hair said, "Really? I could've sworn that was him."

He gave Chuuya thumbs up, "Very cool costume. I respect."

Chuuya narrowed his eyes, "Who the hell are you people?"

And what the hell is 'cosplay'?

"Who else but The Hunting Dogs!" the old man boomed, "We happened to be in the area. I'm Captain Ouchi, the sadistic one over there is Jouno and the emotionally bankrupt one is Tetchou. The lil gremlin is-"

"Teruko," a girl only slightly shorter than Chuuya said, elbowing her way over to shake his hand, "I'm Teruko. Oh man, your costume is really great, you're sure to win the competition."

"Competition?"

"The Look-Alike Contest."

She pouted, "Damn, I was so going to enter but if this is what I'm up against then I don't stand a chance."

Ouchi frowned, squinting at Chuuya, "Hm. The facial features are well done, my good man. But I don't think you've got the clothes quite right."

"Captain's on to something." Teruko rubbed her chin, "Unless you were going for a whole 'Chuuya-on-a-date' look-- then this here ensemble isn't anywhere on point."