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♡          — kana shouldn't have been as amused as she was that she finally convinced kimura to come out and play. she was so sure the other would find an excuse to get out of it for the sake of literally doing anything else. though , with some very light , playful begging her new friend obliged. kana realised early on that if she acted a just a little bit cute , kimura would usually indulge her. potentially a very dangerous piece of knowledge for kana to possess. though , admittedly she did try not to tease the woman too much.

it played out exactly as kana imagined. queer women were always a lot more assertive in a safe space where they knew the other women occupying it were like them— plus the alcohol helped. what kana hadn't anticipated though , was kimura finally divulging her first name. tomoko. it was cute. “ kana and tomo. ” she said aloud , as her silver gaze lifted toward the ceiling in thought. a shrug brought her back to reality and her gaze back to meet the other's. “ sounds nice. ”

then the assassin finally took the leap , lacing her fingers with tomoko's as she pulled her toward the already cramped dancefloor. kana pulled the other woman closer as their bodies moved to the music. leaning in to talk in tomo's ear over the music. “ i'll let you go soon , i promise— just not yet. ”

--- " This place is lively, isn't it? " UNDERSTATEMENT of the century but the witch had no other words to describe the sheer chaos of the street ; the cacophony of sounds permeating the air, the neon lights threatening to blind her if she looked too long. She was well-accustomed to much quieter towns, the quaint tranquility of the hills and countryside. The biggest city she had been in was London and that was seemingly SMALL now in comparison to the vastness of Tokyo.

———— 🖤┊   BEWITCHED WAS SHE,   shimmering strikingly within the chaotic crossing of kabukicho. silhouettes, shades, and startling fluorescents blinded the populace; integration needn't be attempted in a sea of saturation, precisely the stage she sought. droplets plague the parasol deficient, the slight rain coaxing passersby beneath barriers or into businesses that gladly charge arm and leg for temporary shelter.

but, clandestine in black and illuminated by white, she persisted: enshrouded in an over - sized marshmallow puffer jacket, her pace hastens with procured proximity to tonight's peculiarity.   ( it's them. i know it's them. )   brushing by, a lone statement uttered beneath bated breath extends an abrupt greeting to ears of a woman tagging in for part - time shift.  

❝ i know what you are, ❞   murmurs she, mint wafting from whispered word.   ❝ can we talk? real quick. don't blame ya if you think i'm comin' on strong. ❞   a sneer shows from auditory lilt alone.   ❝ but i can't be out for long. not in this weather. ❞   though a simple shower to most, it yet proved problematic for her.

Her skin is flushed and glows with a sheen of sweat, fresh from the thrill of the stage. Water skulled from the bottle handed to her cools what it can, her throat vibrating with the echoes of the song she's finished performing to. Now, all she wishes is to lounge in the back of her limousine and simply take in the city sky through the roof window, a plan she enacts with a simple command to one of her valets.

She heads for the exit soon after, pleased with the chanting of Valour, Valour, Valour behind her, and inwardly congratulates herself with a job well done. She'll have to treat her fans soon with a surprise appearance. Perhaps at a local convention? It's certainly been a while since she's been personally available for autographs.

Yeon-seo beckons to Tomoko as she ducks out of the door, trusting that the other woman follows close behind. For the few times Tomoko has been her bodyguard, she's done a wonderful job. At least, Yeon-seo assumes so. She hasn't heard hair nor tail of any trouble coming near her, and so she must credit it to her recent hire.

Some would say he should intervene. Prevent the altercation happening before it even starts. However he is not that person. Issues and disputes outside his own department? Not something he cares to tend to unless it's been personally assigned when nothing of interest is happening or they're waiting for new leads to wait.

It's almost hard to believe he's a Detective isn't it?

"Astute observation." He states simply with amusement etched on his face. "Though I have some class and prefer to keep it in the bedroom with a partner that I've discussed it with... I do enjoy seeing people get their just deserts though. Karma always comes around to those who deserve it in the end.."

Words left him with a chuckle, he loved that energy, in fact he shared it as though the two were kindred spirits. I’d want ya at a hundred percent because that’d be a fight I want us both t’ enjoy. We’re gonna need a ring too.” He might be a brawler but there were a few self-taught wrestling slams that he’s mastered over the years and he’d want to make sure she had a cushioned impact.

“From the sound of things though I’d assume ya have like a rep in Osaka??” Was she utterly feared there or perhaps this was more in line with street fights not being a common occurrence there?

"Alright, don't take too long, Yoko."

With a flounce in her step, Sypha watched as the much younger Belnades trotted off towards the little boutique the two had passed while finished shopping for the day. With Soma's birthday coming up, the four of them (that was, Sypha, Genya, Yoko, and Julius) were in the thick of planning a real birthday party. The Agency allowed for much flexibility when it came to their young charge, a rarity in such matters. Perched on a barstool in a small, open-air ramen stand, Sypha absently pushed around the contents of the untouched bowl of ramen they couldn't consume even if they'd wanted to.

Suddenly aware of another person nearby, Sypha dropped their chopsticks with a start.

the world after dark was always so much more interesting. it also invited more trouble than he typically bargained for. then again, trouble tended to follow him around like a lost dog, so at this point, trouble didn't surprise him much anymore. when a gaggle of guys itching to throw some punches around had practically backed him into a corner, his eyes caught one of the stragglers. ❝ these guys with you ? mind telling 'em to back off ? if not, i can't promise things will get solved with words. ❞