Misa Amane was on a mission, today, for she had suddenly been plagued with the notion that there was something very important that she had forgotten. It wasn't something physical; that much she knew. She hadn't left some important item anywhere, no, she'd made sure that all of her various trinkets and things were accounted for in her room. This was something much bigger. Much more important.
Misa bounced into the shop with all of her typical vigor and boisterousness, easily masking the flickering worry behind her face. "Helloooo, Evo-Lux!" she laughed, waving her hands above her head in greeting. She'd heard things about this place; they had a tendency to help people out, who needed it, even if it was a bit of a shady business. She approached the shopkeeper with a sweet smile on her face, leaning her hands on the counter as she put her face in the shopkeeper's personal space. "I need some help with something. Just a little bitty thing--see, it's my eyes." She'd come to that conclusion the previous night; the thing she'd forgotten. It was her eyes. Something wasn't quite right, and while Light had not provided any helpful answers, she had this innate sense that she'd lost some sort of important ability. "I need you to fix them. Do you think you could do that for me? Hmm?"
Eyecolor change:
#e64b3c
50 KS
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A few days later a different sort of odd character came into the shop. He seemed quite young; surely no older than fourteen, but when the boy spoke, his inflection and manner of vocabulary was past that of an adult, revealing what his likely age truly was. Even so, there was something unnerving about the way he hunched, walking with a stoop to make himself seem even more small than before. When he reached the counter, flanked by a pair of intimidating, suited men with stony faces and shaved heads, it could be seen that he was wearing a mask over his face, a comical looking depiction of a person with black rimmed eyes and dark hair. Despite the humorous appearance, neither bodyguard snickered when the shopkeeper showed signs of smiling at the not-child.
Near wasted no time; he detested being out in the open, in public, like this. He took out a photograph and with a flick of his wrist he set it on the countertop. It looked like a photo of a very young boy with white hair and hollow eyes, dated in scrawling handwriting a few years back in the past. "I need you to dispose of this photograph immediately; I caught a word on the wind that your people have a specialty in that sort of thing." The young man sank down to the flats of his feet again; he'd been standing on tip toes before that. "I will be replacing all records of that photograph with a new, more updated image. You and I did not meet," he added in a calm voice, reaching a few fingertips up to twirl through his own shaggy hair. "Nor will we ever see one another again. I think it's a fair trade that you won't find yourself in some unfortunate situation as a result of our meeting." A bodyguard shifted, dark eyes sliding to the shopkeeper's face for good measure, before the three took their leave.
Minimark addition:
Kohl in #636363
Socks in #f8f8f8
Eyecolor change:
#d3d3d3
150 KS