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         There is a spring in her steps as she hums to herself whilst traversing a familiar area of residence. One hand cradles part of her precious gift to her chest while the other grips a small paper bag. It had taken a while for her to get a hold of an authentic bottle of Henri Jayer Richebourg 1969. (Working in a brothel has its quirks, especially when you cater to international oenophiles and sommeliers alike who could easily be charmed with the flick of her wrist.)

          Naturally, there is only one person who she would think to give something of this caliber on the holiday season. Said person should be behind the door she is standing in front of, if the schedule she had elicited from the boss was accurate.

          Not wanting to put down the wine, Kouyou sets down the paper bag on the floor so she could ring his doorbell.

It wasn’t often that Q was able to roam around a bit, usually locked away somewhere. Occasionally if he was lucky, he’d be granted some freedom so long as someone kept watch of him, though more often than not he found having someone tail him rather, well, annoying.

So of course when the chance opened to sneak away from watchful eyes he took it, taking the opportunity to ponder the areas he wasn’t allowed in, but of course being careful, to, well, not get caught.

Quite honestly, he’s not entirely sure what to expect. It’s just a gut feeling that he’s going off in hopes that maybe he is right. And damn right he’s correct if the way Chuuya tilts his head backwards and grants him more access is any sign of that.

The sudden tight grip on his hip draws a small noise out of the Ability but he’s not complaining. If anything, the grin on his face only widens when he realizes that the other is trying to stifle the gasp-slash-moan that the bite caused.

“Make that two.“ 

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answering this with the soukoku ship i have with @labem in mind!

The grumbling noise that his stomach makes upon entering the Mafia’s headquarters is loud enough to alert anybody in the immediate vicinity of the fact that he skipped breakfast and that he is now suffering the consequences. Hmm, he doesn’t have anything planned for the day so maybe he can go buy something from the crepe shop down the street.

The sight of a mop of fiery red strands of hair makes him blink a few times and hum in thought. Maybe Chuuya wants something to eat or drink? Atsushi doesn’t mind buying him something as well. Or maybe the redhead wants to accompany him?

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            [ ➢ HIGUCHI ICHIYOU ➢ ]

“...he got away...” she mumbled, head down apologetically. Her brown eyes--which were a mix of anger and apology--refused to gaze at the superior directly, merely staring at the ground. She never realized how fascinating cement was until now.

Higuchi had been sent on a solo motion to retrieve an object of importance from a highly troublesome group who had been nothing but a nuisance for the past several weeks; they’ve been storming into Port Mafia casinos and territories with the intent of robbery. Most squadrons have managed to apprehend the individuals in question, and put them to the test under extraordinarily painful interrogations; however, there were the clever few who got away. In one such instance, a particular man had taken something of high-key value from the Port Mafia headquarters; what it was and how he had managed to get out alive in the first place was beyond Higuichi, but it wasn’t her place to ask such questions.

When she had managed to finally corner him though, he had managed to do another disappearing act and give her the slip--Higuchi’s firearms did very little to help in such a scenario. She had traversed almost all of Yokohama to look for him and apprehend the said individual, but to no avail. Eventually, Higuchi gave up and went to give her report; either they give the task to someone else or she will just have to start over once again tomorrow. By then though, he might have slipped out of Yokohama and, hence, out of Port Mafia territory. She had one shot of catching the man and, even then, he slipped through her fingers. How disappointing. 

“...he’s nowhere to be found; I’ve checked everywhere I could possibly think of to find a man like that. It’s...it’s possible he might not even be in Yokohama anymore, sir...”

i failed...again...how aggravating