#rua.

Character concept, 

@neoorua on the last day of the system failure, just before the city comes back to life

by tuesday night, gun almost thinks he can get used to this. the absence of technology. funny, because his livelihood is so reliant on it and customers have already run around to find him, frantic, wanting to book the first appointment available when the power comes back to erase the trauma they’ve suffered over the outage. and, unsurprisingly, he’s obliged happily. spoke them off the ledge, so to speak, when some asked him if the power would even come back at all, looking up at him like he would know. would have the answers. of course, he’d say. voice soothing, smile gentle, your sins will be forgiven soon. and that was that. another week, month even, booked. 

sometimes, it almost frightens him how easily it happens. 

other times, he drinks to that. like tonight. amber liquid filled a little too high in his glass as he sits in the darkness of absolution. with his detonators offline and cctv’s out of commission, he’s babysat the machine and his database for a better part of the blackout. paranoid as ever that someone might take this chance to riot, to loot, to destroy everything he’s clawed his way out of the gutter for. but after the umpteenth customer coming in frantically with scars evident on their face, no longer hidden by the magic of tech, his mind wanders to a different one. 

a face framed with dusty blue locks and tired, dark eyes. 

a face used to looking brighter, reliant on it. 

idly, he wonders how she’s handling it. then he wonders why he’s wondering. then he looks at the glass in his hands. then at a full bottle of wine in his glass cabinet. 

half an hour later, he’s at her door with that bottle in his hand. 

this is just a courtesy visit, he convinces himself. it’s how he built up his original clientele, charming them until they couldn’t resist. and it’s how he’s kept them to this day, rapport. building a sense that he cares about them, looks out for them when really, they’re just another name in his books. oh rua isn’t just a name, though, but he pretends she is. he compartmentalizes the same way he does when some pervert asks for the latest. 

starring: @lgcrua

the last few months felt like torture, like junkyu had been punished for something he had no idea what he did wrong. he's only just recently began appearing back around the legacy building, making his presence known again. he knows that people would be wondering what happened, how he came to debut in v&a only to leave months later, disappear completely and then reappear once again as a trainee. it's something he'd been preparing himself for, but really, could he genuinely prepare himself for just how much it'd happen?

it's the early evening, slowly moving into the later evening when junkyu makes his way to one of his favorite ramen spots to fill his stomach and cure his hunger with some tonkotsu ramen. it's like he's on autopilot as he enters the place, smiling and greeting the staff as he takes a seat. they ask him if he wants his usual, he nods, says yes and thank you and within minutes, his meal is placed in front of him and the smell of the broth fills his senses. it's comforting, a small smile sliding across his face as he digs in, savoring and enjoying every bite.