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you debate pulling out another cigarette. with the mood this one has going on, the dark and looming suffocating vibe heâs pulling, fuck you might need one. listening to peopleâs problems, gaining information from them and learning about their lives just wasnât your thing no matter what way you looked at it. sure, you had no trouble half assed listening to one of daveâs spin offs about something and could even pretend you were paying enough attention to get him to laugh or to go on, but in the long run? there were just other things on your mind. like- rappinâ bitches, rappinâ bitches, bitches and rappinâ rappinâ and bitches till of us switches. it was so iconic you could never forget those words while trying to figure out what they even meant. which was insanely ironic because you were well aware what they meant but wanted to find out again anyway. it was akin to that of opening a surprise, closing it and then opening it again just to enjoy it for the thousandth and eighth time.
which you had to wonder. would getting this straight faced of a man talk be so memorable that youâd be unwrapping it for days? weeks even? hell. you didnât know. but maybe it was worth it to you. maybe.
teeth fronting against the inside of your lower lip, you chew as he approaches. once he stands closer and is in your general vicinity, you pocket your lighter into the breast pouch of your shirt, lean one hand back and use the other to promptly pat your thigh. a signal. more appropriately termed: a friendly way of telling him to sit the fuck down on the santa jive you had going on. you werenât here to ho ho ho your jingle bells around and jollily laugh your merry cheeks away. you were here to talk to little timothy about what he had done and figure out if he was getting put on that naughty or nice list. spoiler: he was probably getting put on the naughty list.
â so what kind of mistake is in the question here. the kind where the condom broke and you realized only after the flight ended or the kind where you tripped over a rock in front of everyone and in the process of it somehow managed to clap your ass together so loud even the deaf grandma on the block heard it. â you didnât always talk in such long sentences and preferred not to on a typical, average day, but the moment was just too open to let it go. one inconsistent ramble would be okay. just this once. â or none of the above. iâm all ears. â
Well, he wasnât going to sit down, if that was the implication. Not literally on him. That would just be--no. He wasnât even going to entertain the idea any further, hesitation clear in his body before eventually giving in. It was much easier to give up than usual. Taking a perch across from him, leaning back against an opposite wall... this was probably wrong. And he kept thinking about that. But it wasnât like right had been a much better option lately. So maybe just tonight, this would fall somewhere in the middle. He wasnât attempting to decide one way or another.
The swordsman listened to the other with knit brows, face gradually reacting to just how filthy his language was. Some of it still didnât make sense -- the modern barrier, once again -- but from what he could understand, it was lewd. Foul, even. So many people were just the same as the man here, and it always came as a shock. The things they said would make Ylissean hair curl. Yet he listened all of the same, ignoring the natural color that rose to his cheeks. It was dark enough; it would most likely go unnoticed.
â... I let someone in.â He began, gaze moving to where he knew eyes watched him back upon speaking. The shades and the night made eye contact rather kind on his nerves. â... I didnât know theyâd gotten underneath the surface... until it was too late, but they did. It shouldnât have happened.â It sounded just as foolish as it had when heâd first come to terms with it, but at least heâd verbalized it this time. At least someone besides those involved knew. Even he could admit that speaking such aged feelings was something of a relief. It was not so simple to be alone, after all. But it was a choice he had long made and had to keep now more than ever.
âAnd it wonât again.â
Ok but what ifâand seriously listen here, because itâs a good idea and Iâm a geniusâyou got started talking to a dude who kind of looks like a lady? Like. If you looked at him from behind, youâd be like, hark! who is this fair maiden with luscious locks of blue? until he turns around and makes angry faces and you kind of realize itâs a grumpy guy? Does that idea tickle your pickle?
PASS. COMPLETELY.
The offer is still on the table if you wanna make use of it, buddy.
Pass. Always pass.
Heâs back. The man who threatened to arm wrestle him and help him pick up chicks.

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âI wonât sit idly by while they terrorize the city in the name of a false justice. The may have been wronged, but this is not the same world they call home. Things are different here, and I intend to show them that - and to show the rest of this cityâs citizens that there is no need to fear such a cowardly group. Iâll need to gather intelligence first to figure out who exactly weâre dealing with, but it wonât be long before weâre ready to move. What do you say, Lonâqu? I could use a hand, if youâre willing.â
That sense of determination. A drive and a goal, a willingness to fight. He hadnât heard someone like this in, truly, months...
â... Yes. I will follow your cause.â
And it felt right. Like coming back home.
âMy thoughts exactly. Itâs easy to make yourself look and sound more powerful than you really are. Whatâs more, there will always be people who are willing to join what they view as the âwinning sideâ no matter what their goals are. I donât doubt that this video served many purposes⌠but Iâm more interested in whatâs to come that whatâs already happened. What theyâll do⌠and what we will do in response.â
â.... Then you propose to do something. Youâve an idea.â
âI take it youâve seen the video as well? The White Fang, huh⌠They claim to be powerful, but I wonder about that.â
Heâd seen a lot of death in his life and, well. Horrifying would put the video lightly.Â
â... Scare tactics. There is power in such cowardice. ... It is a question of what else they are capable of.â
What do we do?Â
     We fight.
   What was with these blond assholes in unnecessary sunglasses and their puppet fetishes?
To: Lonâqu From: Yuan
[â] rest assured i will never speak of puppets in that manner. [â] and i donât recommend you send out any more city-wide texts. it opens the gates for that sort of thing.
It would certainly seem like a pattern. Although... they werenât all bad, if heâd come to know anything at all concerning blondes in sunglasses.
TO: yuan
FROM: lonâqu
MESSAGE:
most wouldnâtÂ
he is a special case
Thatâs one way to put it. And a pause as he considered the latter. He was right, at the very least.
so iâve learned
it seems not everyone is genuine in their aid

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nice pic call me
OH MY GODÂ
itâs all in my head, thereâs not much i can do
   You continue to frown, running your fingers slowly through your hair and leaning back against a streetlight as you check over the rest of your phoneâs data. Everything is as it should be â looks like Dave just borrowed it to fuck with Lonâqu.Â
   The third message interrupts you before you can finish composing your own, and you snort quietly at it.
To: Lonâqu From: Yuan
[â] iâd certainly hope i donât sound like that. but itâs reassuring nonetheless.
Well thatâs nice, at least. Solace was mutually shared, in fact, knowing that he was no longer talking about something as vile as the aforementioned subject. The idea that Yuan had said any of that was troubling enough on its own -- actually reading into the subject matter? That much worse.
TO: yuan
FROM: lonâqu
MESSAGE:
yes
it was all very weird
and then he mentioned the puppets
that is when i knew
   You donât move from your spot on the street after you send the text, back straight and rigid as you stare at the disgusting messages. That someone had stolen your belongings from you, used your name for this â
   Stop.Â
   You force your shoulders to relax, closing your eyes to avoid the temptation to read the messages again. Whatâs done is done. Nobody is hurt, your reputation is fine, and your phone has been returned. Itâs alright. You manage to reign in your anger, loosening the tightness in your chest and quieting the rush in your ears.
   (But by all the gods, if heâs done anything else, youâre going to skin him. Heâs lucky he left right away.)
   Your phone buzzes again. You scan it quickly, the words not quite sinking in.
To: Lonâqu From: Yuan
[â] i was careless to let it get stolen like that. it wonât happen again.
Unaware of the otherâs torment (though he could guess the embarrassment and shame), he blinked at the response. Certainly he didnât consider it a fault of his, did he? It didnât seem like it was his intention for this to happen, anyway... Hm.
TO: yuan
FROM: lonâqu
MESSAGE:
it is fine
itâs not your fault
And a pause before he would send something else.
i kind of knew it wasnât you anyway
The other page I did for Fire Emblem: Awakening Crossover Fanart Anthology along with this piece. This time itâs Yakuza AU, I was inspired to make it looks like a movie cover instead, I guess it looks like the Chinese martial art movies/series more ehe.
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anyway, enough screaming, this is how i always read lonâquâs name and now you are cursed as well
You hesitate for a second, mulling it over in your head before you decide to concede. You canât imagine he really likes texting all that much anyway, whereas you spent a good portion of your life only talking to people through these kinds of devices.
TO: Lonâqu. FROM: Dirk.
[ TEXT ] Yeah. [ TEXT ] We can meet somewhere, if you want. [ TEXT ] Whenever youâre up for it, Iâm down.
Left to his decision, he felt more nervous. Itâd been easier when it was Dirk who suggested to do any of this... but why he kept seeking out âeasy,â he was certainly unsure of. Perhaps because easy was less tiring. Less trying. He could only stand so much, despite what he may think otherwise.
TO: dirk
FROM: lonâqu
MESSAGE:
now would be best
And, thankfully, they lived rather close to one another.
just outside of our complex
iâll be out there
Which is where he next found himself, leaning against a railing on the slightly-elevated porch of the entrance to the complex. Around him, apartments turned in for the night. Ahead of him, the district itself, distant lights to show activity going on somewhere farther away. It was darker and quieter here. It suited him better.