Kurapika's back thumped against the bar stool as he ordered something strong—he promises to not make a habit of this internally—from the bartender. He brushes a few stray, damp blonde strands from his forehead as he gazes out at the damned weather of storm that is brewing outside the bar

His weary eyes survey the people warily, not like he hadn't seen all kinds of people yet—not like he hasn't payed off, coaxed and threatened ALL kinds of people yet either—but still, it gives him a sense of security to see for himself that no danger is near. As he gets his drink, his chain clad fingers glide along the rim, a deep hollow feeling of tiredness in his chest perking and detachment fading into the back of his mind, as the feeling of loneliness and disappointment sets in

He has gotten done with a meeting with the Zodiacs, some kind of threat within the Hunter's Association that they'll need his help with—that's it for the newbie, he guesses—but his job as a body guard failed to make his day easier once again; Melody and him caught a few assassin's sent for their client, Neon, at an underground auction

His mind wanders to Pairo for a faint second then wanders away just as quick, not wanting to bear the thought on how his murdered, childhood friend would see him—only at 19—so exhausted and sad, drinking his day away, needing distraction. Or perhaps he could finally give a call back for Gon or Leorio...he's been ignoring their calls for weeks after killing Uvogin

As his gaze travels over the low lives once again, it stops on you