Kazzy

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He recognized the substance, the liquid that oozed off another persons wounded body. Yet this was rather different. The substance dripped off the body in front of him, yet instead of separating into droplets it stayed in place, sticking together like tar onto the body. The smell was different as well, a dizzying scent that was harsh on the nostrils, opposed to the metallic familiarity he often dealt with.

Definitely not something he would often think about, as kiryu is pretty alright with how he looks. If he had to pick something though, it would be to have a more friendly face. It’s not like children get scared of him often, since he does at least give off a caring aura, but for those who do look up at him with fear he does wish he could do something about it.

Despite looking tough, he does feel sad just like any other. He faces hardships, and has suffered through a lot from being connected with the yakuza. He has lost many, and always holds onto their memory never letting anyone be lost forever. It was easier when he was at the orphanage, he had his family there, and his children brought him so much joy. 

When he’s on his own, some nights tend to be a lot harder. Regretting having to leave his kids behind, wondering if he’s even made the right decision or not. He tries to believe in himself, believe that he can trust those around him, but whenever those beliefs prove to be false it causes him to reevaluate his decisions.  

Kiryu will eat anything. Sometimes he will even eat... everything. Depending on how much he’s built up his appetite, he could, and has, ordered every item from the menu. He wouldn’t consider himself a foodie in any way, and doesn’t always even need a massive meal to get by. Kiryu simply just isn’t picky about food, he will give anything a try and as long as its edible there’s a big chance he will enjoy it.

He always eats out, not having a favorite restaurant but just going to each place he can try a new dish at. He treats eating out with the same respect of a home cooked meal, knowing that chefs often put their heart into each meal they cook. 

It’s not that he can’t cook, looking after Haruka he learned the basics, and then running an orphanage he had to learn plenty. Having all the children pitch in and help, cooking definitely became a fond memory for him. 

After leaving the orphanage behind, at first he did attempt to cook for himself, though meals never turned out as planned. He knew the portion size to make for his family, but once he was on his own he would often cook far too much food. Leftovers would fill his fridge, and most servings went bad before he could get to them all. Not to mention anyone would get sick of having the same meal each day for a week.

Even deciding what to make became a hassle, the children always had requests on what they wanted. Once he had to pick out his own meal planning, he could never come up with much variety. 

He was thankful he had a good head on his shoulders. Despite being through as much as he has, he’s been able to stay strong through it all. He does have the problem of keeping most things bottled up, but with the family and friends he has, nothing gets him down for long as he stays strong for those around him. 

answered here! 

There was a lot of things that made Kiryu happy, he was a rather simple man, and being through as much as he has, he really has learned to appreciate the better side of things. Of course being with his family at the orphanage was what brought him the most joy. Being there when he was younger, and even now as a caretaker, family has always meant so much to him. 

She was absolutely right. Getting lectured by a young girl after he got caught red handed smashing a thug through a store front window didn’t happen too often, yet here they where. He looked at the now broken window, and the workers scrambling around to fix up the mess he left behind. Next looking back at said thugs, who where now scrambling as they fled, crying out that they would never steal again. 

Kids where rather defiant, despite his own being rather well-mannered, even they had times where they disagreed with the older man. Yet maybe this kid was onto something by saying no to an old ex-yakuza offering to buy him a cake. Even after he caught the younger staring through the glass of the sweets shop, he must not have wanted anything after all.

He was far too used to running away from others at this point. “Still, if we just stick around someone will find out. We need to find a better place then this until things settle down.”

“In that case, we left our hearts where we came from. We will just have to get used to this new home.”

Kiryu is often never bored thanks to how often he gets out and gets things done. The ways he can occupy himself are limitless, taking on any new challenge that comes his way. Some things would include; karaoke, bowling, pool, fishing, clubs, arcades, casinos, darts, talking to cam girls, baseball, along with so many other options. 

This wasn’t something he could just easily give an answer too. When he thought on in, the answer just came up blank. For his kids, he could tell each and everyone of them why they were special. Yet for himself, he wasn’t one to brag about anything. “What makes me special is that I am my own person.”

After searching through his pockets, he pulled out a box of cigarettes. Going to take one out he then realized the box just happened to be empty. Given a grimace on his face he threw the box in a nearby trash bin. Well that made for an annoying gas station trip. 

As he turned around to head out, thankfully a kid was nearby who threw him a cig. Kiryu nodded and gave a quick, “thanks” before going on to light his smoke. Watching the other search around for their own lighter, Kiryu would return the favor by offering his own flame to the young smoker.

HON hot or not?

Majima, being hot? Ridiculous. With his bowl cut that somehow fit his face perfectly, eye patch that gave off a playful ting of mystery. A slim figure, which moved so freely about, giving off alluring motions. The way his sweat glistened as it rolled down his face and along each detail of his chest. Not to mention, he didn’t even wear a top, always showing off the pride of his hard work. His gloved hands knowing how to work their way around anything. His hips that swayed around as if nothing was holding his desires back.

There was only one clear answer to this question after all. 

Which ended up being,