𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛

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Meran peeked out from behind Feiten, expecting the door to open, and someone hopefully nice would say hello. Instead, an eye slot in the middle of the door snapped open. There was one further up on the door, but that was probably for a taller person. A pair of angry, purple eyes stared up at Feiten. Seems like he was also expecting the top slot to open, but snapped his gaze down. "Hey D-" The small pupils burned holes into Feiten. They were obviously pissed at him for some odd reason. The pair of eyes flashed to Meran, who then hid behind Feiten some more. They switched back to Feiten, and though barely visible, an eyebrow was raised. "Look I'm sorry I forgot your strawberry milk cups but I'll get them tomorrow-" Feiten started. "What the-" Meran whispered, then suddenly the door unlocked and something swiped both of them inside. It was dark, but when Meran's eyes adjusted, there stood a short green haired girl who was scowling at Feiten. "You suck y'know that right." The little girl hissed. She couldn't have looked more than 14, but she had the air of an adult. "Yeah I know, I'm sorry-'' She turned and huffed before Feiten could finish.

"Doimi please- I was going to get them honestly!" Meran shed her fear, and then looked in between the both of them. "She's uh- a friend I met at the park-" Feiten chuckled nervously. "Friend my ass." The girl now named Doimi scoffed. Feiten turned back to her and tried to reason. However he was interrupted by a quite inappropriate sound for Doimi and Meran. Feiten froze. "She said she closed already!?" Feiten snapped at Doimi. "It's not my shop! I don't know when she'll close for today!" Doimi stuck her tongue out at Feiten. She then stomped up the little stairs and went through another set of hanging beads. Her sage green hair bounced behind her as she paved her way. Meran being the innocent soul she was, looked at Feiten, with confusion written on her face. "Tenten where are we exactly..?" Feiten ran his hands down his face, and ran back up to push his hair out of his face. "..A sex shop.. and that was a moan... She told me she would have closed the place before we got here so you wouldn't have to hear any of that!!" He groaned. "Sorry.." He started to lead her through the beads that Doimi had gone through. "What's a sex shop-?" She asked curiously. Feiten paused again. "Yknow what- don't worry about it- yea- cmon-" Feiten shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her and pushed her first through the beads. Meran was very confused, but hey, as long as she doesn't know what anything in the room that they're about to enter does, or what any of it means, they should be fine.

Meran entered a room where five other people stood, quiet and staring at each other. There was a tall woman, leaning against a tall desk, having a taller office chair resting behind it. There was a hallway behind a desk, where a woman in quite skimpy clothes walked out of one of the side rooms and disappeared into the void at the end of the hallway. The woman had blue hair, dark roots, and wore glasses. Her face wore a bored expression while she smoked a cigarette. Across from her, a small girl with white hair with a red streak through it, with small red horns that sat on top her head sat on a long maroon couch, seemingly upset. Her skin was pale, but her ears were pink, probably because she was curled up in her anger. Next to the girl sat a seemingly long legged man. He had dark fluffy brown hair, which only barely passed his eyes, who also adorned wired glasses. He had bits of metal on the sides of his nose, also hanging from underneath his nose. He had metal embedded in his ears, and even two rings attached to the sides of his bottom lip. His skin was a warm tan, and Meran thought he would probably give very comfortable hugs in the big jacket he wore. He looked to be consoling the girl next to him. Past those two, in a dark corner of the room, sat a long haired boy on a stool next to a glass case with strange tools. She couldn't see their eyes, as they were covered by black bangs with vibrant blue hair tips. Their hair was well past their waist, and they wore a thin lace coat. They had very long nails too. Meran scanned him over, and saw two thin scars lining his chest. On the left side, a tattoo in what looked like Russian or a language Meran wasn't used to seeing lined the scar underneath. He turned his head from picking at his nails at her and grinned, showing two pairs of sharp canines. Meran thought he was strange, with his pale complexion and his dark hair, so she looked away from him onto the next man. He was farther away from the rest of the group, but watched silently. He again had fluffy dark colored bangs, it looked like his hair was braided in the back, and had the sides of his head slightly shaved. He looked scary, and once he saw her, he simply turned and left. Meran shifted her gaze back to the woman with blue hair.