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[The shop had finally settled again. It was a bit of a relief, because it hadn't anchored to a world in nearly two weeks, and Watanuki's food stores had started to run low. A shopping trip would be in order, mostly to replenish his nonperishable before the shop set out looking for another world in need of his help.
Usually Watanuki could guess when a move was about to happen, but sometimes it happened out of the blue. Like this last move, which had come so soon after arriving in the previous world. That usually meant that his services were in dire need and that people's souls were calling out to him, even if they didn't quite know it themselves yet. Watanuki would just have to wait for them to come to him.
His first visitor, at least, wouldn't take too long to get there. Watanuki always had a sense of when someone was to arrive, and as soon as the shop's gates had opened and revealed itself to the busy streets of Yokohama he had felt the impending arrival of a customer. It was enough to pique his interest, because he didn't usually get a visitor on the same day after a shop move. Someone was very perceptive, it seemed.
By the time his guest would arrive, Watanuki had already set up some tea in one of the sitting rooms. The summer was at its end, and the cool breeze felt nice enough that Watanuki had decided to open the movable doors to reveal the backyard, which was still bathed in the greens of summer. They could stay cool without the need of an air conditioner that way.
From there, he waited. He had a feeling that his guest was a particularly clever one, so he felt sure that they would find their way to the sitting room on their own.]
Usually Watanuki could guess when a move was about to happen, but sometimes it happened out of the blue. Like this last move, which had come so soon after arriving in the previous world. That usually meant that his services were in dire need and that people's souls were calling out to him, even if they didn't quite know it themselves yet. Watanuki would just have to wait for them to come to him.
His first visitor, at least, wouldn't take too long to get there. Watanuki always had a sense of when someone was to arrive, and as soon as the shop's gates had opened and revealed itself to the busy streets of Yokohama he had felt the impending arrival of a customer. It was enough to pique his interest, because he didn't usually get a visitor on the same day after a shop move. Someone was very perceptive, it seemed.
By the time his guest would arrive, Watanuki had already set up some tea in one of the sitting rooms. The summer was at its end, and the cool breeze felt nice enough that Watanuki had decided to open the movable doors to reveal the backyard, which was still bathed in the greens of summer. They could stay cool without the need of an air conditioner that way.
From there, he waited. He had a feeling that his guest was a particularly clever one, so he felt sure that they would find their way to the sitting room on their own.]
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There are those who consume the souls of the dead. They would love to find a steady source of human souls to feast on. They aren't special in the way you mean, but they can be troublesome and I don't want to bring misfortune to the spirit who lent us their fire.
[And, you know. Protecting the souls of the dead and all.
As they walk, Dazai will be able to feel a sense of anxiety start to creep up. It was like the two of them were safe within the light of the lantern, but if they dared to stray away from it then they would find something nasty waiting for them in the shadows. And indeed, Watanuki will comment on them quietly eventually.]
Pay no mind to the little ones, if you feel them. It's the big ones we need to worry about.
[Dazai will be unable to see these spirits, but Watanuki does look slightly paler.]
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[The warm tone would clue Watanuki in that it was a compliment.
It didn't take long for a defensive smile to appear on Dazai's lips as he subconsciously stepped closer to the lamp. Indeed, he hoped this errand didn't take long: eight hours of preternatural cold seemed rather uncomfortable.
At least they didn't risk the lamp itself going out with a puff of wind. Maybe.
It was with that thought that Dazai asked where exactly they were going, figuring that Watanuki would decline answering if that knowledge was detrimental to this assignment, before peering into the darkness surrounding them. All the while, his finger was on the pistol's trigger.
Watanuki's expression meant they might encounter bad news pretty quick.]
I presume the big hungry ones leave colder spots?