The morning had certainly been an odd one. One moment he had simply been waiting for the other to arrive like usual, prepared to do his best as always, and the next he had been given a surprise. They were masked, the strange people with the grey skin, but one had done something he hadn’t really expected.
The one thought he did have…his bartender would be less than pleased upon arriving to find a human in his lovely counter’s place.
He flinched terribly, scrambling back away from the unhappy man and trying to stutter out an explanation, but he didn’t tolerate yelling well, managing a shaky, “A-Am…I’m-I’m bar…I-I mean I-I’m the bar…! I-it’s me, Iz…Izumo…!”
"Huh? That’s impossible! You’re a kid! If this is some elaborate plan by the guys…" Izumo growled, looking for any excuse to kick some ass at this point. But he wasn’t about to take it out on this scared teen. He hung his head in despair.
"My bar… my precious beloved bar… If anything happened to you…" He did his best to keep his composure, but it was difficult while mourning. He began to whimper as he sat down, clinging to his jacket. His pride and joy… gone. Beside himself, he didn’t know whether to call Mikoto or the local police.