~ The Prankster I Saw That Day ~

Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ C-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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On his travels around Fiore, the young yokai had ended up at this place that called itself Hargeon Town. It was an okay place, seemed to be a once beautiful place, but appeared to have fallen apart for some reason. Itazura wasn't sure on the history of the town of which he walked through, glancing from place to place with his soft yet sharp hazel gaze. He spotted a restaurant among all of the broken buildings that were still in progress of getting repaired. A slight smile crept it's way onto his fair colored complexion, knowing that places like these always have the assortment drinks of which he almost always craves. Pushing the door open, he entered the building, his bare feet resting themselves on the carpeted floor. Letting the door go, he let gravity close it as he wiggled is toes against the cushioned carpet. Giggling a little bit before he walked to the bar, ordering some alcohol from the bartender. His gaze making it's way over, following the sound of some delightful music. Stopping when it found the source, he cocked his head slightly, confused at what he saw. It was large and black, had an odd shape to it, and a young blonde girl who appeared to be a year older then what age his body stopped aging, pressed repeatedly on this weird large device. And out from this odd thing, came an assortment of different sounds mixed together to create a beautifully wonderful song. Music, it wasn't something the yougn kamaitachi listened to often, usually having his interest in other things. Other things such as stealing, pranking, drinking, and nowadays, doing jobs. Only doing this now because he joined Black Rose, a legal guild of which is placed in the magical town of Rose Garden. It was truly a gorgeous place, filled with unsuspecting victims to his playful torture and his sinister thievery. Though now in a legal guild, joined due to his only friend being in it, he still refused to give up his old, illegal ways.
Receiving the drink, he grabbed it and pressed the glass up to his soft lips, gulping the fluids from it right down. Still keeping a watchful eye on the nineteen year old blonde of which continued to play the odd musical invention. Though she seemed stressed and was beading down sweat on her soft skin, she was still determined to play, where almost everybody else in the restaurant sat and watched her while indulging in their meals of which they previously ordered.
An idea sparked in this hundred year old brain, one to truly mess with everybody, you'd expect nothing less from a weasel. Transforming into his original form, he hopped of the bar chair and crawled through the tables and legs of people. Pressing his padded paws up against the edge of the stage, he hopped on up, which is when people of the crowd noticed him. Pointing out the wild animal that had somehow made it's way into the dining area and onto the stage where the young woman played. Turning back into his human form after placing himself on the side of the girl which faced away from the crowd, said crowd letting out large gasps to seeing the young yokai on stage. Giggling slightly at their reactions, he pressed on the smooth white keys, most likely breaking the concentration of the girl who was trying her hardest to play her heart out to the people of Hargeon Town.

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