#brokenmgxc

smoke curls in the space between them, rises into the cold air, and dissipates. they raise an eyebrow at the statement and let it linger with the smoke. another sharp inhale, the brief flame of the cigarette playing tricks of light in the dark alley they are in. "you think it could get worse?" junichiro does not fashion themself to be a pessimist, more of a hardcore realist instead. they follow facts and logic, not emotions or hope. and the facts are: they are standing next to the body of a witness they spoke to a couple of hours ago, with a gun that was stolen from jun's car, wearing arthur's gloves. it's a set-up by every definition of the word, and if all of this were not enough of a problem already, they aren't supposed to be here in the first place. not in this city, and not in this country, chasing something against their superiors, against jun's instincts telling them it's a bad idea. "do enlighten me later as to how much more fucked up this could turn. first, we need to do something about this." the words are pointed out with the tip of their shoe nudging one of the shoes of the corpse. it's not respectful or kind, yet they do not necessarily care about being on good terms with the dead. the guy wasn't an upstanding one either, and jun has seen too many dead bodies to feel anything about the act of death itself. "i reckon we have fifteen minutes before local cops show up. how quickly can we clean?"