But What If I Was Better? | Mob Joins UA

10 | The Sun

     "Poor kid has enough going on already.. I can't just throw a load more onto him!" Dimple wandered the dark streets. The damp road he traveled along was more trashed than usual, but the shops functioned like normal. Though some were closed for the night, a few stayed open, their neon signs sparsely illuminating the patchy road. "I mean, what am I supposed to say?! 'Hey, Mob, remember that school you attended last year? Well it's trashed now! And one of your classmates just lost his arms and another's in a coma!..' Yeah! No doubt he'll take that well.... ughh." His arms hung limply from his green, ghostly form. The storm was about passed by now. Only a weak drizzle lingered in the sky. "Can't go back until I have at least some good news..."

     The spirit turned right and phased through the window of a brightly lit ice cream mochi bar. All of the walls were white, which helped brighten the place up a bit. It was a little run down, but so was every other place in this part of town. This still remained Dimple's favorite place to turn to when he had nowhere else to go.

     Ice cream, ice cream mochi, and an assortment of other frosted treats sat in neat rows behind a glass display counter. Dimple checked his surroundings after entering. A small group of teenagers sat together laughing in the distant corner. Other than that there were only two other lonely figures, one of whom being the young woman who worked there.

     Dimple eyed the wide array of options as he waited for the woman at the counter to leave. As she turned to the kitchen to grab something, the spirit swooped in and picked out a singular mochi ball that caught his eye. He stuffed the thing in his mouth, a grin adding to his face.

     "Never met a cursed spirit with a sweet tooth before~" A man with long black hair half tied up stood leaning his arms against the glass, smiling pleasantly down at the spirit. Dimple gulped and gasped.

     "You can see me?!" Now that he was face to face with this stranger, Dimple could sense an immense amount of spiritual energy coming from him.

     The stranger in question had small, naturally squinting dark eyes and a decent build, and a deep red ribbon tied around his forehead. He wore a black sweater tucked into loose baggy pants that tightened at the ankles. He chuckled softly and pushed himself off of the glass. Tucking his hands into his pockets, "Yeah, I used to be an exorcist, but I've grown more fond of spirits as of lately. Especially the ones with big plans." His voice was deep and calm. A welcoming trait contrasted to the panicked screeching and or mumbling the spirit was often subjected to. "You're a Cursed Spirit, right? A pretty powerful one too by the looks of it... Strange. You don't appear to be based off of a natural disaster or anything.." The curious man leaned his elbows on the glass countertop again. "Is it perhaps that you were created from the fear of authority.. or the fear of manipulation? That would make sense for your skill set, at least."

     Dimple rose a brow. "Alright, so what all do you know about me?.. I'm assuming you didn't just happen to walk into the same place as me if you know so much about what I am and what I can do." The hovering spirit crossed his arms.

     "Sir? So you need anything?" The young woman hurried out of the kitchen. Caught, the man calmly pointed down at the first Mochi he saw and asked for that one. After making his purchase, he gestured for Dimple to follow him to the table.

     The two (sorta) sat across from each other at a small round table beside the store front windows. The stranger offered Dimple a few Mochi from the pack he bought. "Thanks." The spirit gobbled his pieces up quickly, leaving crumbs around his mouth. The man ate his a lot slower and with more care put into each bite. "So anyways, how do you know about me?.. You wouldn't happen to be a friend of Moyi Ashi, would you?" The green one withered.