Thinking this, Okiya Subaru casually bought a pair of pants that matched his shirt, carried them to a quiet park, and planned to change in the restroom.
As he neared the restroom entrance,
Okiya Subaru's gaze paused slightly. He noticed two people diagonally ahead of him entering the neighboring women's restroom.
His eyes lingered on the woman's black clothes, and his fingers tightened slightly.
But Okiya Subaru quickly calmed down again. "..." It was probably nothing. Plenty of people liked wearing black clothes; not every person in black was an Organization Cadre.
And on second thought, female cadres probably would not wear such elaborate dresses. They would surely prefer tighter, more practical clothing.
After routinely checking his surroundings and dismissing the suspicion,
Okiya Subaru carried his things into the men's restroom.
He cautiously checked every stall first. Finding nothing like "a Time Bomb left behind by passing newspaper agency operatives" or "a corpse lying across a stall, waiting for a suspect to enter," he finally let out a breath. After looking around, he chose a stall near a window for easy escape and went inside.
After changing clothes and wiping off the sticky ice cream,
Okiya Subaru glanced at the other shopping bag beside him and sighed helplessly.
—The guy who had bumped into him had been holding a triple-scoop ice cream, and quite a bit of it had already melted.
That stuff could not only strike in clumps, but also splatter semi-melted liquid from its surface over a wide area.
When he took out the clothes now, he saw that some ice cream had landed in the inner fold of the bag and seeped through the gaps in the packaging.
Okiya Subaru: "..." Good thing he had asked before leaving. There was still plenty of time before Nanjo