(semi-open) hello stranger

[softshoes]

Who ⬤ Yujin Mikotoba & friends, old and new
What ⬤ Closed & open substory, mingle, & mini-event prompts
When ⬤ July
Where ⬤ Around Jigoku-cho
Content Warnings ⬤ n/a for now
Notes ⬤ spoilers marked, please see Mikotoba's spoiler opt-out; if you'd like a custom starter / want to wildcard hmu via PM or at smithsyndicate!

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[himbosupreme]

[It's fine. It's surely no less ridiculous than some of Herlock's shenanigans throughout their storied career. But Cain nodded-they would have to strike as one. He was good at teamwork-what could go wrong?]

Yeah. Okay so just a moment....three, two, one, go!!

[Cain himself shot out at the speed of a highly trained soldier, pouncing on the bird and grabbing it by its fat body. Almost immediately the thing started screeched and hitting him with its wings, causing him to almost lose grip and fall backwards.

He wasn't going to let the bastard get away with this, though. Even with the thing scratching up his face, Cain held on until the earrings were dropped on top of him, and he let the bird go. Hopefully Yujin fared better...]

[softshoes]

Wait, wait, a slower count, please--

[WELP, Cain is already going, so Mikotoba's hand is forced too. Although he's slower than Cain, he's just a bit more balanced on the landing-- unfortunately, all that flapping and screeching from its companion has already alerted the other pigeon to the ambush. It squawks and flutters away into a nearby tree, Mikotoba's tie clip still in tow.]

Oh, dear.

[But that can wait for another second. Poor Cain's gotten his earrings back, but at what cost... with one concerned glance over his shoulder at the bird, he turns his attentions back to the other man.]

Are you quite all right? That magpie wasn't very pleased with your handling.

[himbosupreme]

[Oh...well now he felt rather silly and mean, seeing the other man's bird up in the tree. The slices on his face stung, but it was nothing more than distracting, so he nodded.]

Yeah, I'm fine. That bird was a little more aggressive than I took it credit for. But-oh, I'm sorry...that one in the tree still has your clip, doesn't it?

[He's getting up off the ground and brushing himself off, now racking his 0 brain cells for a solution.]

We gotta get it out of the tree, or it can just easily fly away.