[ Megumi did notice how his friend appeared to be oddly distracted, but he paid this no heed, focusing instead on resolving their pressing situation. At the corner of his eye, before he turns away, he did spot that tinge of pink that colour Yuuji's face. It doesn't seem entirely befitting of the mood, but it's not entirely out of place either, given that the other boy would occasionally go rosy in the cheeks when he was smiling or laughing heartily about something. Megumi doesn't know what brought this on, but he opts to focus on the current problem.
Around them, he can sense that sinister cursed energy, dripping from the walls like it's practically ectoplasm. Some of the lights flicker, causing some alarm among the patrons and other staff members in the store. When one of his co-workers starts to complain about feeling dizzy, that's Megumi's cue to start moving. ]
It's cursing the place. We have to go before it gets worse. [ Grabbing onto Yuuji's wrist, he pretty much starts tugging the other boy towards the exit. When one of his co-workers glances in his direction, he politely but curtly explains what he's doing. ]
I'm clocking out early.
[ That co-worker, a mischievous bakeneko, holds a hand to her mouth in feigned astonishment.
"That's rare of you, Fushiguro-chan. Do you have an evening date, perhaps?"
The expression on his face gets more deadpan because this is not the time psokymj ]
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Around them, he can sense that sinister cursed energy, dripping from the walls like it's practically ectoplasm. Some of the lights flicker, causing some alarm among the patrons and other staff members in the store. When one of his co-workers starts to complain about feeling dizzy, that's Megumi's cue to start moving. ]
It's cursing the place. We have to go before it gets worse. [ Grabbing onto Yuuji's wrist, he pretty much starts tugging the other boy towards the exit. When one of his co-workers glances in his direction, he politely but curtly explains what he's doing. ]
I'm clocking out early.
[ That co-worker, a mischievous bakeneko, holds a hand to her mouth in feigned astonishment.
"That's rare of you, Fushiguro-chan. Do you have an evening date, perhaps?"
The expression on his face gets more deadpan because this is not the time psokymj ]