Hazuki was wandering down the street, still nursing his buzz, arms swinging lazily at his sides.
"Hey, Ridan, it's not my fault, okay? The bottle slipped. Like this."
He casually swung his arm out to demonstrate—
THWACK.
His knuckles smacked Gubron square in the face as the assassin was walking around the corner.
"GUAHH!!"
The cloaked man crumpled like a sack of potatoes, landing face-first with a dull thud.
"Wha—!?" Hazuki blinked in panic.
"I—I'm sorry!! Are you okay!?"
Ridan burst out laughing, drifting in lazy circles above the street.
"Bwahahaha!! You took out another one!? That's two in a row, you walking curse!!"
Hazuki crouched down in panic, whispering urgently.
"It's not me! I swear it's not me!!"
He looked left. Then right.
The street was empty.
"Okay okay okay… uh… recovery plan."
He awkwardly grabbed Gubron's cloak and dragged him into a side alley, muttering apologies under his breath.
