For the first time in a very long time, Keiko was the one to wake up in the body. The fabrics of his sheets were so much softer than the ones in the cult house. His hand had healed up nicely from Nao's quick treatment, leaving the faintest little white scar that was barely visible. He let out a yawn, sitting up and slipping out of the bed. He moved to get dressed, seeing nothing in his clothing style. Seemed like Tsuki had grabbed every pastel that Nao had offered. "You have got to be kidding me."
With a sigh, he tossed on a simple white sweater and changed into some comfortable pants. Maybe he could swing into town and snag a few darker clothing items. Keiko made his way out of his room, avoiding interacting with anyone else in the household. It looked like no one else was up at this hour, which was a relief to him. Keiko sneaked his way out of the house after slipping on some sandals, walking through the streets in the late night.
It didn't seem like many people were awake at this hour, but at least he had less people to distract while stealing his things. Keiko walked for a while until he reached a different part of town. He saw a shop owner closing up for the night. They locked up, but it seemed like one of the windows was left cracked. With a small grin, Keiko waited for the shop owner to head off for the night. Once they were out of sight, he made his way to the building and pushed the window open a bit more. He slipped inside, moving quietly and beginning to sift through the clothing options.
He found a nice red tank top that reminded him of his favorite meal, replacing the sweater and tossing the now useless fabric aside while he continued his thievery. He found a full outfit much more fitting to his style; a black jacket that was a bit too big tossed loosely over his shoulders, black pants to match the darker aesthetic. He forgot to grab his choker from where he had hidden it in Tsuki's room the last time he was conscious, but it was a minor detail. "So much better," he sighed, looking down at his fine choice of outfitting.
Keiko slipped back out of the shop through the window, closing it fully and ditching the old outfit in the trash out back. He decided to walk a bit more around town, curious of the village that his other half had found a home in. The night was a little too calm for his liking, and he was getting a bit restless, not having had a good meal since leaving the cult. Just as his search for a fun game began, he felt a strong, dark chakra presence somewhere behind him. As fun as he would be, he's dangerous. Keiko moved behind a building to see just who this aura belonged to, not wanting to face them head on in case there was an eminent danger.
With a sigh, he tossed on a simple white sweater and changed into some comfortable pants. Maybe he could swing into town and snag a few darker clothing items. Keiko made his way out of his room, avoiding interacting with anyone else in the household. It looked like no one else was up at this hour, which was a relief to him. Keiko sneaked his way out of the house after slipping on some sandals, walking through the streets in the late night.
It didn't seem like many people were awake at this hour, but at least he had less people to distract while stealing his things. Keiko walked for a while until he reached a different part of town. He saw a shop owner closing up for the night. They locked up, but it seemed like one of the windows was left cracked. With a small grin, Keiko waited for the shop owner to head off for the night. Once they were out of sight, he made his way to the building and pushed the window open a bit more. He slipped inside, moving quietly and beginning to sift through the clothing options.
He found a nice red tank top that reminded him of his favorite meal, replacing the sweater and tossing the now useless fabric aside while he continued his thievery. He found a full outfit much more fitting to his style; a black jacket that was a bit too big tossed loosely over his shoulders, black pants to match the darker aesthetic. He forgot to grab his choker from where he had hidden it in Tsuki's room the last time he was conscious, but it was a minor detail. "So much better," he sighed, looking down at his fine choice of outfitting.
Keiko slipped back out of the shop through the window, closing it fully and ditching the old outfit in the trash out back. He decided to walk a bit more around town, curious of the village that his other half had found a home in. The night was a little too calm for his liking, and he was getting a bit restless, not having had a good meal since leaving the cult. Just as his search for a fun game began, he felt a strong, dark chakra presence somewhere behind him. As fun as he would be, he's dangerous. Keiko moved behind a building to see just who this aura belonged to, not wanting to face them head on in case there was an eminent danger.
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