[Kozue Yoshi]

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[attr="class","body"]Kozue couldn't help but yawn, as he stared at the clock across from him. It was just past midnight on a Saturday night, and Kozue was stuck at work. And as much as Kozue had things that he would rather be doing, those things didn't really pay. He needed some sort of stable income, which unfortunately meant him giving up a few nights a week working at a local convivence store. The night had been slow, which wasn't as much as a blessing as it seemed. Everything was stocked, clean and prepped. Nothing to do, but wait for the shift to end. He had maybe an hour left, but at the rate tonight was going, he was going to feel like days.

At the very least, thank god he was hooked up to the speakers. It had taken a week of poking and prodding, but he had built his own adapter to override the store's speaker system. Now, the boring and borderline mind numbing ambience has been replaced with one of Kozue's personal playlists. Currently it was a mixture of alt rock and pop punk. He currently had a few scattered parts sitting on the counter he stood behind. Bits of metal and connected wiring, in the rough shape of a glove, albeit whatever it was was an early prototype for a different idea. But if he was going to get paid to stand here, he might as well spend that time doing something. As much as this job blew, in this quieter moments when it was slow and he could just do his own thing, it was nice.

With a soldering iron in his hand, Kozue worked on the glove's frame, attaching wires into place. His head nodded along to the music, mostly on beat. As the song reached its chorus, Kozue switched off his soldering iron and began to mouth to the words. Squeezing his eyes shut, he raised his hand in the air, and he struck a pose, as the song reached its conclusion. He held the pose for a moment, as the final notes played, as he excelled. Before the sound of the door chime, set him into a state of panic. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be doing other stuff while on the clock. Plus, the whole speaker set up wouldn't do him any favors if a boss saw it. Thinking quickly, Kozue leaned forward over the counter, trying to hide as much of the evidence as he could with his arms, in an awkward lean. He couldn't do anything about the music, but maybe the whoever came in wouldn't notice the change.

Opening his eyes, and looking in the direct of the door, Kozue gave his best customer service smile. "Welcome to Family Mart." Still slumped over the counter, he did his best to ensure everything that might get him in trouble would be mostly covered by his body. At least he was in uniform, so he couldn't get in trouble. Even if it was a customer, an complaints made about his service could get him in trouble. He was already on thin ice from ditching the store to chase a purse snatcher last week. If the boss caught wind of the speaker stealing, he'd probably end up unemployed.

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[Arc Bishop]

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"Cause I'm a bitch~" High above the streets on the roof of a nearby building a figure was skipping along the edge carelessly, singing along to the electropop blasting from a pair of bulky silver headphones hanging around his neck. "Get in loser for the.. JOYRIDE~" As the song ended, Arc spun on his heel with his back to the edge and tossed his arms out to either side. Closing his eyes, he leaned back and felt the pull of gravity and empty space bellow, followed by the whoosh of wind as he let himself fall.
He dropped through the air and twisted his body like a cat until he was looking down at the ground as it rushed up to meet him, but the emotion on his face was far from what you would call fear. Rather, his crimson eyes seemed to almost glow with excitement and a wide grin was plastered to his face as he fell.

As he came within seconds of hitting the sidewalk, two red wing-like constructs shot out from his lower back and slammed into the ground to catch him midair. However it was so last-minute that as he jerked to a stop, Arc's head snapped forward and collided with the sidewalk. Albeit not as hard as he would have without the wings catching him, it was still hard enough that for a moment, not a single thought would form in his head. The wings then dropped him onto his stomach and after a moment he slowly got to his feet with a grunt.
"You're an absolute dickhead, you know that?" Arc hissed under his breath and touched his forehead gingerly, scowling as it came away bloody. Granted, it wasn't enough that his bangs wouldn't hide it, but that wasn't the point. ~Be grateful, the only reason you're not braindead by now is because I don't want to be trapped in a hospital bed.~ A hiss echoed through his mind as one of the wings stretched up to slap him across the back of the head hard enough to make him stumble. ~Not that you have much brain to begin with...~

Arc swiped the edge of his shirt over his forehead and quickly fixed his bangs before sighing and deciding to just leave it at that. He was too tired to argue with Whisp today, and now he had to deal with a ringing in his ears to top it all off. He gave his head a shake to try and clear it a little before adjusting his headphones and heading up the sidewalk in search of something sweet, the red wings seeming to retract under the back of his shirt and vanish from sight as he paused outside of a convenience store window.

From this angle he could see the man behind the counter inside, and an amused smirk appeared on Arc's face as the man struck a pose, likely thinking he was alone.
"Hah, cute." Arc chuckled and headed into the store with a skip in his step, raising his eyebrow as his ears picked up a rush of movement from the direction of the counter. He pulled his gaze from the shelf of sweets as he passed and looked up towards the till when he heard the usual wage-slave greeting, but then he slowed to a stop, tilting his head to the side slightly and regarding the other man with a look that was half amusement, half really?.
"You must be so glad I'm not your boss, eh?"

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Kozue Yoshi ,

[Kozue Yoshi]

[attr="class","header"]Working Late

[attr="class","body"]In a moment of panic, with the customer service smile still stuck on his face, Kozue did his best to shuffle everything behind his arms. As he repositioned his arm to hide more of the evidence, he nudged the cash register. Atop sat his phone, somewhat precariously, with what looked to be the rough adapter Kozue had made. The phone lost it's balance due to Kozue's influence. As it began to fall, Kozue reacted, snagging the cord connecting the phone's adapter. The phone came loose, hitting the floor with a smack as Kozue felt a sharp shock from the wire he was holding. "Fuck, shit." Kozue quickly ducked down below the counter, picking up his now cracked phone from the ground.

"Please don't tell him. I do not want to give him reason to start checking cameras." Kozue's head popped up from behind the counter, shuffling a section of his glove project out of the way to make space on the counter in case the customer needed to check out. He glanced at the phone still in his hand, turning it on to make sure it still worked. It did, so he slipped the phone in his pockets, feeling a bit relieved. "Like he already times my bathroom breaks when he's here. Dude's a literal psycho." Kozue looked up, getting a proper look at the customer in front of him. He didn't seem like the type to turn out to be a Karen. By now, the customer service smile on Kozue's face was gone, replaced with a more relaxed one.

Taking a second, Kozue began to clean up the counter, mostly stuffing everything into the bag that he kept behind the counter. Everything aside from his soldering iron and the glove. He still wanted to finish the task he had started, or at least finish connecting everything. In theory, the prototype of the glove was almost done, and he didn't want to waste any progress by haphazardly tossing it into the bag, like he had done with everything else that had been piled on the counter. Most of the junk was bits and pieces, along with old electronics Kozue had salvaged from thrift stores and dumpsters. He didn't have a lot of cash to actually spend on parts, so he had gotten somewhat proficient in scavenging for his own. It had always just been like that for Kozue growing up. A part of his norm.

Glancing up, he noticed the bulky headphone hanging off the customer's neck. Having been a bit distracted during the customer's arrival, he fully hadn't noticed the electropop playing from them. Given the headphones, Kozue felt confident that this person would go about ratting him out. A fellow music fan wouldn't stoop so low to stop someone else from jamming. It was just messed up. "Nice tunes." Kozue added, pointing a finger toward the headphones hanging around the customer's neck.

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