#grotesque-executioner

    One of Touya’s least favorite things had to be unwarranted contact with strangers or strangers trying to talk with him for no reason and yet here he was, contemplating the exact thing he most feared.

    Steaming cup of (admittedly flavorful) coffee in hand, a frappuccino unsuited for the chill in the air and the student’s light layers (tank top and light pull-over combo for the win!), he warily approached one of the wider tables in the crowded coffee shop.

[ @grotesque-executioner | @parasitic-innocence (at some point) ]

     Going behind Allen’s back was the last thing she’d ever want to do, but knowing that the jerk who cut her partner up was still on the loose miffed her whenever she thought about it. Over a span of three weeks, the officer sorted through records on sightings of the known criminal and narrowed down a search area, keeping the search hidden from her peers and higher-ups. If she got caught, that was that, and she would drop everything and try to forget about it. However, to her advantage, nobody seemed to catch suspicion.

     Off-duty, late one evening, she packed a small bag with items for self-defense and other objects she would need to keep on her person. With that, Lenalee snuck her way out of the familiar interior of Allen’s apartment, walking off into the night on her small mission. Catching this guy would be one of the most satisfying ways to bring about payback.

     Why was she doing this? Lee thought to herself as she descended the rather creaky elevator of the complex, coming up with the single answer she liked to keep in mind. Justice. Now, justice could be twisted or used easily as a cover up for ulterior motives, but she firmly believed that it was stupid how the district let that slimy crook get away after his confrontation with Walker. If it had been another officer, would she still do this? Absolutely. However, her desire to was stronger seeing as Allen was her old friend.

“Scary, dark, and reserved?”

@grotesque-executioner​ (for the Fireworks event. Thank you, Eury, for setting everything up, and I hope to do this again! I’ve really enjoyed it even though my reply load has tripled!)

Shalnark had only heard that there was going to be a firework show early in the morning, when he decided sleeping in was futile and he hauled himself to work. After what seemed like a forever of a workday, the blond was practically skipping back to the apartments.

There was the internal debate of ‘what if he says no’, but he felt like, since it would be dark, and they had a good chance of finding a private spot to watch from, he had a good chance of getting this date approved of.

With a deciding hum, Shalnark slowed to a stop in front of door 420-Feitan’s door, as he often referred to it as-and knocked, loud enough that he knew the Chinese espresso would hear but quiet enough that it hopefully wouldn’t annoy him.

i’m so triumphant even if the only reason i made noise is because that’s my character’s name laughs

Feitan is here