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He would have just waited there quietly, intent on surprising Yusuke when he finally appeared. But with plenty of substance underneath it all. Even Koenma felt his worries vanish like smoke as he stepped closer to the quaint little stand. This was the place workers went for relaxation, a hot bowl of ramen, and to let the stressful day slide off their backs. He smiled as the little kiosk came into view. The cart itself wasn’t stationed in the hustle and bustle of the downtown area, but right outside of it. He weaved through the crowds, keeping an eye out for Yusuke’s shop. Koenma could see why Yusuke Urameshi loved it here. The streets of Sarayashiki were bustling with last minute Christmas shoppers, out-of-town family and friends reuniting, and the retail workers who didn’t get to experience the magic of the season.

#Prank bar stool skin

He meandered along, his head low to protect himself from the biting winter chill, Mafuukan left behind on his desk, and his trademark “Jr” covered with skin tone powder. This person wasn’t necessarily waiting for him, but Koenma decided to pay the visit anyway. Koenma could stare at the sky all day, but there was someone he needed to see. Nothing at all like the beauty of Human World. Its ominous red glow was consistent, permanent, the weight of death heavy on its clouds. Spirit World’s sky never looked like this. The blue sky fading to dark gold, then light pink spotted with purple, until that purple bled into the dark night sky. Koenma loved watching the shifting colors. The sun burned low on the horizon as evening crept over Sarayashiki.