<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nvQJUqt.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>City Streets<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Sharp style<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"That should be everything, chief... Oh, can I get a pack of Morbols?" Albion spoke to the shopkeeper, a horned fellow with what appeared to be three eyes. How interesting life had become in Tokyo now with mixes of demons and humans living amongst one another. At times it was still surreal to see them actually acclimate to the same lifestyles humans were expected to make... Honestly if everything could be like this, there wouldn't have been a need for the war. No need for all the loves lost.<br/><br/><strong>"Morbols, eh? I keep tellin' you those things'll kill you."</strong><br/><br/>"Most good things in life will, chief. But that's where the magic of<em>Moderation</em>comes in, and I only smoke these things once or twice a week. Otherwise I home grow my own stuff." the white-haired male chuckled, to which the shopkeeper quirked a brow.<br/><br/><strong>"Homegrown? You make that stuff?"</strong><br/><br/>"Healthier than this stuff by a country mile, and feels better to boot."<br/><br/><strong>"And I'm only finding out about this now?"</strong><br/><br/>"How often do you really see someone walk around saying 'Hey, I make drugs!'? Get real, old man." Albion laughed, rummaging through his pocket to withdraw a few bills and throw them on the counter. "Tell you what though, I'll swing on by tomorrow with some so you can get a taste of the stuff."<br/><br/><strong>"Gonna hold you to that, kiddo. You take care now, been hearing some nasty business going down lately."</strong>The demon nodded, before Albion picked up his bag and stepped outside. It was late morning already, and while he certainly was not as tired, he was out entirely too early for work-related reasons. A suit like the one he wore might help him get into the club, but maybe it was better to don something a little less conspicuous. The issue also arose of what the others would be wearing... He couldn't trust half of them to dress snappy if the style fan-danced naked on the tips of their noses... But maybe they would surprise him. Getting a feel for his pocket, he hummed.<br/><br/>"I've got enough suits as it is, I doubt I need one more for the wardrobe... Heh, maybe I can buy a date for the evening and really fit in..." He laughed quietly, reaching into his pocket to withdraw his phone. Now, which service would he call to hire from... There was also the possibility of trying his luck on the street, more than a few lookers could be seen hanging around waiting to make a quick buck... For better or worse, these were his priorities  when he could have potentially joined the others at wherever they would plan to shop.<br/><br/>... Honestly, it was probably worth watching them just to see how they'd manage to dress themselves. Pocketing his phone for now, he turned and moved to walk off and join the others... With any luck, all or at least most of them would have already arrived.