@creophagos ft. Ryuji LOCATION: some cafe or bar
Rakesh had good days and they had bad days, on good days everyone got a smile, every dog got a bone, and every criminal they encountered was a friend first, enemy second. They would hand out tasks and give people a pat on the back, or ruffle some hair. On good days, they’d send their kid a text - though she really shouldn’t be having a phone - checking up on her, telling her they’re proud, asking how homework is going. Whatever. On good days, nobody can tell Rakesh they aren’t doing a damned good job.
On bad days however, their always ruffled hair was even more ruffled, on bad days they gave people passing by a frown rather than a hello, on bad days: caffeine was usually the culprit.
They sat hunched over their cup of coffee, but it had come too late, the headache was already there, the rage had already settled. Seeing other capos from rival gangs was probably the last good thing for their well-being, but with how much they were leaning forward, they couldn’t blame Ryuji that he hadn’t recognised them. The looked up though, eyebrows low over their eyes, yet frowning as well. “Must be my lucky day,” they said, dripping with sarcasm.












