[It is from across the park that Masaomi first notices the familiar oddity. It's far too perfect to be a fake. The Headless Rider is here... without much of a ride, apparently. He's not about to follow Ikebukuro's legend, but he doesn't leave either, slowing his pace until he's hardly moving at all.
What was she doing here? Of all people? Does she count as people?
The perplexed teenager doesn't get much of a chance to mull this over. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees another familiar figure approaching, perhaps the only person Masaomi can think of who belongs here even less. Outside of hearing range, he can't know what the man is saying, but it wouldn't have made any difference either way. All higher brain function ceases for much longer than Masaomi would ever admit as he processes what he's seeing.
He stands still as a statue for too long, far too long, before he snaps out of it and forces one foot in front of the other, picking up speed for a hasty exit.
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What was she doing here? Of all people? Does she count as people?
The perplexed teenager doesn't get much of a chance to mull this over. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees another familiar figure approaching, perhaps the only person Masaomi can think of who belongs here even less. Outside of hearing range, he can't know what the man is saying, but it wouldn't have made any difference either way. All higher brain function ceases for much longer than Masaomi would ever admit as he processes what he's seeing.
He stands still as a statue for too long, far too long, before he snaps out of it and forces one foot in front of the other, picking up speed for a hasty exit.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
He hasn't seen anything.]