✂- Tiny mind, Tiny fights. [kiiruah]
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✂~ Okay, so things weren’t quite as Gunji had anticipated. He’d been dumped in this shitty city, with no sign of anyone back in Toshima. Was this some sick twisted joke of Arbitro? Or was it Kiriwar finally having enough of his antics? Oh, well, their fucking loss. Gunji stalked the streets like a predator, the only thought processes now were that of what could he stab with these stupid plastic claws.
God. This was surely an insult.
Huffing a disgruntled sigh, he began to drag the plastic blades against brick walls, the sound not making the same gut wrenching, fear instilling screech it could have, were they metal, or even wood for that matter, but it would have to do for now. Making a turn around the corner, he hooked his thumbs in the pockets of worn trousers, letting the claws look as threatening as the could from a distance. And thus as he turned, he soon made eye contact with a smaller individual from across the road to him.
And that caused another smirk to pull at the corners of his lips.
Walking casually over to the other civilian, Gunji had absolutely no problem with getting in their face. Leaning down at his hip, he leaned in a little too close to comfort. Whether he was trying to look intimidating, or he was just playing the fool was unknown. Who knows, maybe it was both at the same time. Either way, he was going to get information from this kid, whether he liked it or not. Eyes barely visible under straw blond hair, not very well kept at that, you could just about make out their glimmer of greed for knowledge, amongst other things too.
“Saay... You wanna tell me a thing or two about where I am. You look like you know a bunch’a things. So no hesitations, just tell me what you know.~”
