...
...it's no use. This just isn't enough...
Not anymore...
—was someone over there just now behind that building? He could've sworn he felt someone's gaze on him but when his eye's finally adapted to the light there's no one.
No one, that is, except for this very strange young man with green hair and a thick puffy jacket standing right in front of Towa, blinking at him, his pale purple Smoke gently shifting in unfelt wind.
...this guy's dead fish eyes are giving Towa's own dead fish eye a run for its money, that's for sure.
"...aren't you? You've gotta be," he says, starting to look anxious, a feeling which is reflected in the increasing agitation of his Smoke.
His Smoke slowly calms back down as he confirms that he was not wrong. "You're Towa... Right, and the reason I know... is because he knows... Right..."
His feet take him northwest to Douraku St., the main street of District E. It's lined with diners, convenience stores, discount stores, and drug stores, all packed together like sardines making it really easy to find whatever you need. It's not as packed as District D, but that's not saying much; everywhere you look there's people, people working and people buying stuff and people walking and people getting wasted.
He's not looking anywhere in particular as he walks with a cigarette between his lips, but just as a traffic light changes and the crowd starts walking he spots a familiar face out of the corner of his eye.
"On my way back from Tajima's. She gave me a bunch of stuff, so I thought I'd share some with Taku."