Tsukiju sighed as he walked down the same street he had been walking the day before, when that man had bumped into him and knocked him over. The young magician ran one hand through his spiky white hair, almost hoping that the man who had knocked him over would appear again, though this time without knocking him over, hopefully. Tsukiju stopped and leaned against a doorframe, closing his jewel-like eyes, which were easily distinct, as one was a bright gold and the other was the deepest of blues. He pulled the mask that was over his face off, not wanting it covering his face at that moment.