If only he wasn’t such a shitty liar he would have been quick to say that he did in fact work in a bar. It would be far less embarrassing then admitting he had turned to prostitution, not to mention it would be a rather shameful thing to admit. But it wasn’t as though many high paying jobs where whiling to welcome him with open arms considering his reputation in the city, not to mention that fact that he had a police record even though he hadn’t done anything wrong and been wrongly accused of a crime he did not commit. “I’m a prostitute.” He thought that saying it would have been quick and painless almost like pulling of a band-aid, that wasn’t the case and to think this was how he felt when admitting such a thing to a person he barley knew. He couldn’t even imagine how bad it would be having to admit such a thing to his friends, the very few he had, and his brother. Shaking his head he took a deep breath deciding not to think about it at the time being, it wasn’t as though it was going to help in any sort of way if he allowed the thoughts of there shocked and disappointed faces cloud his mind.
"P-prostitute?" Running the word over his tongue for a moment, the samurai arched a brow; his lips twitching themselves in a rather puzzled expression. Prostitute. That term was usually given to those who had sex for money whenever they weren’t well enough to do any other job, right? Did that mean that his counter part was going through rough times and wasn’t able to get himself employed or get the correct amount of money that was required to live? Oh goodness gracious.
"I..um. That wasn’t quite what I was expecting to hear." Swallowing a rather unsure lump within his throat, the blonde adjusted himself and regained a straight, flat board posture. "Ah, Shizuo. If you’re not able to afford things such as a roof or even food, you’re more than welcome to stay with me. I mean, if you like it here and don’t want to leave that is your business, but working on the streets isn’t all that good for your health."
Masaomi shook his head in response. “I don’t believe so. Do…I look like someone you’ve met before?” He had already met some lookalikes of his already so he wouldn’t be surprised.
Leans into the smaller for a better inspection. Blonde hair. Bright almost golden eyes. Who did this kid remind him of? Who was i—!! “Linda Linda, ah. That is who you look like. Are you two related?”“
“Your inner mind?” He really wasn’t to sure what to think of that, but decided not to think on it far to much. It really wasn’t any of his business to begin with, he had simply felt curious and felt the need to ask him.
Hearing the man ask him the same question in return he couldn’t help but let out a sigh, though he couldn’t have really blamed the other man for asking. Turned his gaze downwards he brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck, doing everything he could to avoid eye contact. “Well, I kinda’ work here now.” He had been for over a year and though he hadn’t really told anyone yet, though some people seemed to have found out on there own. But it honestly didn’t bother him, telling Tsugaru that is, because he didn’t know the man all to well nor was he that close to him. This made it somewhat easer to tell the man why he was in this particular part of the city at such a late hour. He could only hope that the man understood what he meant by ‘work’, with out Shizuo having to explain that he whored himself out for money.
Unfortunately for the other blonde, Tsugaru had literally no idea what it meant to work in the red district. He knew that there were drug dealers, pimps, prostitutes and other assortments of people who no one wanted to be around- but as far as having a job there; he couldn’t quite put a finger on. “You work here? Do you mean there is a..a-ah, bar that you attend to around?” It would make sense considering the type of persons who hung out in the area, though surely Shizuo wouldn’t downgrade himself to serving the crack addicts, right? “..Or..are you researching what sort of things happen? Sort of like an informant job?” Again, another possibility that would make sense. Even if the most well known information broker around was a sleaze that hardly anyone liked, it had been said he was usually kind enough to offer positions for those who couldn’t quite earn enough cash as needed.
“Yeah it’s Shizuo.”
There were many reasons that liked this alter over some of the others, one of them simply being the fact that he was polite and there was also the way he spoke. He just found it rather calming and relaxing, not at all like the only other alter he had met in the ridiculous pink and white suit. “What brings you here?” Though he hadn’t had that long of a conversation with the other kimono clad alters, he would have never thought he would have spotted any of them in the red light district of the city.
What was he doing here? That was a good question to ask, one that he wasn’t even sure about himself. From what he knew, however, he had been looking for someone; Roppi to be exact; but had gotten lost along the way and decided to make an adventure out of his journeying. How he wound up in the slums of Ikebukuro, though, was quite a mystery.
"I..I’m not sure what brought me here to be honest. I was taking a walk and I suppose my inner mind carried me..here?" The question was more so to himself than it was to the other, as he doubted his subconscious would get anywhere near such a place; but ah well, he’d pass the whole reply with a smile. "..What are you doing here, however? This isn’t quite the best place to be at such a late hour."
He had run into a surprising amount of people who seemed to have shared the same face as him and at this point he wasn’t all to surprised by it. In fact he had come to grow found of some of them. “Tsugaru-..right?”
Ah, so it was him. The one he’d originated from. The person in which his DNA matched to in almost the perfect of alignments. The man that had basically given birth to him without even doing so himself. Shizuo Heiwajima. Ikebukuro’s finest, most strongest and efficient man. The toughest of the tough. The beast that all lesser creatures of the kingdom fled from. How nerve wracking and intimidating it was to see him in the flesh.
"That..would be my name, sir. You must be..Shizuo, no? Fancy meeting you today."
Another Shizuo lookalike? “Hello,” he greeted the alternate standing in front him. “I’m Masaomi Kida.”
"Ma-sa-omi..kida?" Oh dear. That name sounded vaguely familiar. Where was it he heard it from again? The television? Radio? His gossiping next door neighbor? "Have we met before?"
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“Huh.” This one was new, and wearing such traditional clothing too. Or at least Amaimon thought so, he wasn’t always familiar with the cultural things humans wore. “Hello.”
The same thing could be said of the demon, except not with the traditional label, of course. The modern wear he bore was different from those who lived in Ikebukuro, more open and a twinge more western. Strange, really. He even seemed to be wearing..plastic elf ears? Hm. Well, Tsugaru was never one to judge; so whatever the boy did to make himself happy, then so be it!
"Evening, sir. You seem new. Are you a tourist?