today was saturday, and saturdays meant that there was no work. but then again, what even was your 'work schedule' when your job required you to investigate paranormal activities? it's not like spirits needed weekly mini-vacations so, he probably didn't, either.

still, cabinets didn't fill up by themselves and, being a mouth-breather just like everybody else (unfortunately), sometimes, it was necessary that the twenty-three-year-old actually went and did some grocery shopping. not that he bought much outside of canned food and the like. after all, he wasn't entirely capable when it came to cooking, and he definitely wasn't a fan of the so-called 'proper meals.' besides, what else was a refrigerator even for if not to keep bodily organs and jarred fluids?

and so, there he was, sandals on his feet and toothpick in his mouth (looking much like a homeless individual) as he shuffled along the busy sidewalk; children running, housewives chattering, overtime workers complaining... he was about to explode, really, being someone who much preferred things to be on the quiet side. and for some reason, there was someone directly in front of him, someone with purple hair, who was walking at a pace slower than normal. sure, madoka was usually a patient person but he did quite want to get away from the busy block as soon as possible.

suddenly, something flashed across his mind and caused the blonde to reach a hand out, clamping it onto the purple-haired lad's shoulder, "can you feel it?" he asked, tone low and upper body leaning forward so as to speak near his ear, even if it was doubtful that anybody else would've heard him, what with such a busy street and everything, "it's weighing down on your other shoulder, but i've placed my hand here to keep your posture balanced. step carefully to the side. don't startle it. things would only turn nasty if it is angered."

@crystalline

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