Yuujin groaned. He hated gigai. His stupid one wasn't flexible enough for his liking. He scratched his pierced ear (Left, of course) and continued walking through the empty street, kicking a rock in front of him. It was his turn for patrol, or something like that. Yuujin wasn't paying attention. He closed his eyes and let his spiritual pressure ripple in short, sweet pulses. He hopes for some interaction with someone. Maybe a hot Special human... That wouldn't be to bad. HIs brown straight hair blew in the wind, and his sleeveless F.C.Barcelona Jersey, he was wearing. He also wore a pair of cargo shorts, just because.