#gorokudo

Oh, great. Here came that swaggering toothy smile she had come to expect with the throes of a beat down. Robin knew where the head of the Majima family went, so did trouble. Most everyone did by this point. 

He had once been called the Mad Dog of Shimano, but that seemed to be a nickname many had passed for others. Demon. One eyed Slugger. Just to name a few.

Yes, Robin could see the resemblance between yokai of old and the elder yakuza. So well that her stomach did flips out of an old, instinctive need to protect herself from forces of unnatural.

This phone call was a lot more important than whatever the hell kind of scuffle went down in Pink Alley. Leaned against the wall, rocking on the balls of her feet as she listened to whatever Malaika had to say. Something about leaving Canon to fend for herself in a dangerous area. How they should have sent someone older. “I’m fine... The people here are nice.” Pointed edge stood perfectly. Stabbed into the top most stack of wooden crates, the handle only swaying with her finger as she idly tilted the butt of the blade. A cheap old thing brought to an unfair fight by a few street punks looking to make a quick buck with a shakedown. A long moan alerted Malaika to something being wrong; one of the punks grunting and crawling towards the exit of the alleyway and into Pink Street... The battered man was pretty much ignored in favour of a lie when the other line heard it. “It’s nothing. Just some drunk.” 

It wasn’t like he was gonna die. Coward.

@gorokudo​ sent: 🤞 someone's DOIN A MISCHIEF and 😛 [don't remember if i sent one or not but have a goblin!] so I combined them 

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

    There were times when Zelda felt quite wasteful for having such an apartment in Tokyo (a luxury by itself that many could not afford) when she lived most of her waking hours at the library. Ever since the incident, however, she was far more careful about when she exited the building, ensuring it was never after dark. 

     She had pushed it a bit that night, reading until the sky began to turn a smidge pink. It was all oranges and reds by the time she made it to her train station, and as she waited for it to arrive, she took a few spare moments to look through her detailed flash cards. That was when she felt a tap on her shoulder. It caused her to jolt, just a bit, but when she turned to her right (where she had been tapped) there was no one there. 

     Confused, she turned to her left— only to be immediately greeted by Majima, his head dipped down low to be level with hers, tongue sticking out like a child— and to his assured delight, she squeaked in surprise, dropping her cards in a flurry before her cheeks flushed hot in embarrassment. 

yES 😭😭😭