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SENT FROM @dragonofdojima​  ―   ( ❤ + url for positivity / accepting )

‘ ❤ ’  + @kansaisdragon​ pls c:

ooc.

A huge weight had finally been lifted from Yeonsu’s shoulders.  He can die peacefully knowing that his former boss had not suffered before death.  He was glad the former fourth chairman gave him that proper closure.  Yeonsu gave Kiryu a weak smile, noting his mournful expression.  

“Thank you, Kiryu-san...”, he replied tranquilly.  “I know Joon-gi Han was supposed to be yours and many others’ enemy, but it truly does mean a lot to me.  I apologize for all the trouble my former clan has put you and your loved ones through.  It should have been me to take that bullet.”

Yeonsu knew the struggle between the Jingweon Mafia and the Tojo Clan had nothing to do with him, but he still can’t help but bare part of their sin.  He had been absent at the time.  Yeonsu still felt the shame of not being able to fulfill his role as a body double.  

    “WOAH! Where’d you get that?” She’s fascinated, excited ( but not in a kiddy kind of way ). The fact that different kinds of weapons got her riled up would be enough to prove to anybody that she wasn’t just some ordinary fourteen year old. Ellie Williams had seen things she was never supposed to see, things no child should ever have had to endure, and although it had scarred her for life, she was still up and running, functioning for now — wasn’t that what everybody had to do in this messed up world? 

    So when she reached out a hand to take a hold of the big, THREATENING set of equipment, just to get a better look at it, all chances of fear on her side for how dangerous that could be were gone. Who knows… she might learn something useful. 

@dragonofdojima​ said:  🍺 Either Kiryu or Majima!!! 8^)  ||  accepting

❁ ❁  “  ¡Don’t BAAAA-CHAN me! You don’t get to say what I can & can’t drink! ¿Do you seeee these markings on my face? ¡They’re just as intimidating as your little tattoos areeeee!  ” If one person was to look at the man, they would have thought he was absolutely losing it---or perhaps was in the process of mourning a recent loss of a loved one. Several bottles placed in front of them, she underestimated how strong the sakes were. Back in the day, she was able to hold her tequila well, but it seemed as though her tolerance was a little lower than what she remembered. Unfortunately, he was going to have to look after his poor guardian for the night---as she didn’t think twice in checking herself before wrecking herself.

❁ ❁  “  There you go again---being careless as ever.  ” His position didn’t help secure his safety, that was for sure, but with the amount of times it had happened---it was getting rather infuriating to watch. But what was she supposed to do? As much as she wanted to interfere, spirits, in this case, were practically helpless. Verbal assistance was all she could offer, & even then that was if he decided to listen to her. “  You need to look after yourself before you’re able to help others---¿how hard is that to understand?  ”