This was fucked. It’s why you never look to know more about your associates than you care to handle, why, you listen to your instincts and not what plucks at your heartstrings. And what is known cannot become unknown, thumbnail pressed between her teeth, an aggravation that grows as she gnaws, her other hand palming the material of her skirt, too tight. They didn’t often allow new people into their crew, and therein was THE RUB. Not only had she been the one to stand by him in his invitation in, she’d been the one to watch over, to care for, to bandage up his fucked up wounds on fucked up nights. There had been drinks and shots for fallen friends and enemies, stolen dinners made off with, on nights when their wallets were low and they’d run, run, run, their laughter left to ricochet within the night.
Then again, it’s why they operate the way that they do. And none other than Sookhee are quite as intimately familiar with what happens with those that they CATCH. Their success has been built upon the secrecy within which they act, with how they... conduct their business. Nightmare horrors were hers to wear, a badge of honour that she’d wear with a bloodied smile, and yet with Eui... there’s hesitation. The seasons came, and went, and now she knows what it feels like to not quite feel alone. Even if it isn’t hidden, with the meaning, under, she simply cares for the boy that seemed to come into full bloom when amongst them, from shy, to embracing the lifestyle, oh so closely, or so she thought. Now... what was true, what wasn’t, from the boy that she’d looked after, oh so well? A cigarette lit, she presses it between her lips instead as she looks upwards, to where the smoke trails, to where he lingers at the door. Knowing he knows, she’s seen him that night. “... come in.”
