#ningenus

        Truth be told, he was already regretting this idea ─ he hadn't the slightest idea how to even begin with this. It had already been a disaster trying to grasp the lighter between sweaty claws, and now ─ the impressionable goat looked so strained he could pop a blood vessel.

     "───so you... just..." he pauses, looking down at the cigarette, and back up at the stranger, 

                     it’d been four hours since her plane landed in tokyo    &   with no real connections,      she’d been mostly wandering aimlessly.    shizuo heiwajima.  she’d been thinking about him since she left this city.  trained eyes scanned street sign after street sign,  wondering if she’d ever manage to find him.      without a number to call,  or an address to go to -- -- --   the assassin turned yet another corner,         gaze settling on a café across the street.   & there he was. 

      she feels her heart skip a beat,     JUST FOR AN INSTANT.   legs carry her just a little faster than before,  crossing over the street to catch his attention.             ❛    shizuo-senpai  !     ❜        there’s almost JOY lacing her voice  -- -- --  almost.  

                   ❛    rough night,  huh   ?     ❜

          THE WILLOW OF THE NIGHT FINDS COMPANY IN ROBERT.   where boots meet the ground, he wanders forth, the ground giving the light sound of dirt and grass grinding upon the very pressure of his weight,   where in only that remains to be the only sound caused by him,   as he remains in silence while his neutral gaze remained forward. not so much a hum escaping, nor a audible breath.   when searching for something that doesn’t take to another presence ( GHOSTS, DEMONS, SUCH AS THAT  ), it’s best to remain in silence.   of course, he needed some sort of illumination. which is why at hand, he held to a flashlight, shining before himself to watch his path...   no luck on it actually meeting something of which he was searching for.