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[foundfate]

[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.]

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[neverwashere]

[Ah, now, what was this?

There was little Dazai didn't know about Yokohama, between his job and his own meandering. Knowing one's territory was key to sound strategy, so a certain person would claim; to Dazai, this was no more of a byproduct of loitering.

Now, when was he last on this street - a week ago? Surely he'd have noticed if someone had purchased the formerly empty lot this side of town, and the house that stood beyond the gate looked more than a rushed job.

Not to mention, people talked. And the security from the building next door seemed to not have noticed anything unusual, to the point that getting him to address the topic of inquiry was like catching a slippery fish.

An Ability, then.

Don't mind him entering the gate, though he'd think this was possibly a trap. Who else would leave their gate unlocked in this neighborhood?

Now, if no one was looking - time to find the back door.]