#sukiban

He was hurt. Dalet had fucked him up pretty badly. Weakened, still impaled by the glass in several areas... he somehow made his way to Masako’s apartment complex. 

Why was he there? Well, she was always covered in bandages and... he really needed some.

Damian pounded on her door - it was 10, right? He got the number from a neighbor. “Masako! Masako, open up! Please open up!” he shouted, before hearing footsteps. To his relief, she was there when he turned - what was she doing outside so late at night? 

“Masako. Fuck, I'm glad you’re here. Dalet’s gone off the fuckin’ rails, he fuckin-...I need some bandages. Do you have any bandages?” He was ragged, paler than usual and covered in cuts and bruises. Most noticeable, however, was the large hole that went right through his stomach.

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“You have been cordially invited to dinner this Friday at 6 PM at the Kamiji Grill and Sushi Bistro, for dinner on the house by owner Kamiji Ayaka herself. If yo have plans; cancel them.”

That’s what a man with a stubble, straight hair and a baseball cap (”Takashige” Masako might have overheard) had given her the message, even shoving paper into her hand before heading off. Would have been worth busting some heads if it wasn’t yakuza. Or if Masako hadn’t stumbled on a yakuza murder and get spotted, even while running off.

When Masako had arrived, it was in a particularly bad part of town. The building was run down with boarded windows; much like much the buildings surrounding it. Upon reaching the door however, Takashige opened it up before she could knock.

“We said 6. Not 6:10,” Takashige spat, opening the door for her.

It was a complete 180. The inside was... nice, incredibly nice. Men and women in nice suits and dresses, toasting, drinking, eating; even live jazz music playing. It was a complete 180 from the world right outside...

@sukiban​ said: Beige, Gold, Green!

time to spin the muse roulette lmao | accepting!

beige - which is your favourite type of soda pop? do you enjoy alcohol?

clay loves dr. pepper! he drinks it any chance he gets, although he really shouldn’t. have to keep a healthy body if you’re heading to space, after all! as for alcohol, he has an above average tolerance, and will enjoy a drink during special events such as parties.

gold - what do you consider to be your biggest achievement? when was the last time you won something?

kiyotaka’s biggest achievement was being accepted into hope’s peak as the ultimate moral compass. as for the last time he won something, well... let’s just say the odds are never in his favour... or the masses.

green - do you prefer to be indoors or outdoors? which is your favourite flower to smell?

Send a FC to see what NPC they’d be in my muse’s story

// first of all,, he’s terrifying. he actually scares me

    It was probably going to flood. Ryan just had a feeling with how fast and hard the rain was falling. He didn’t mind walking home in the storm though. He actually liked the rain, liked kicking the puddles and feeling the cool air. And he had an umbrella, so he wasn’t drenched. Unlike the girl he noticed when he turned a corner. She really had no protection from the rain, huh?

What exactly was is it about tall, scary-looking dudes that gave Masako the visceral reaction of wanting to throw hands on sight? The world may never know. When he took the paper she was holding, though, that feeling bore fangs. It was just a little paper folded into the shape of a bear, but…

This guy looked a little too dangerous to mess with, but he was just provoking her now!

“Wh—The hell’s your problem?! Don’t just take things that don’t belong to you, asshole.”

The girl tried to swipe it back with a quick maneuver!

Using his height to his advantage, Damian raised it above his head so he could still observe it without worrying about the girl trying to grab it... that is until he decided it was boring and handed it back. 

“Hm. Not that interesting,” he stated, his tone flippant and uncaring. 

It was just a piece of paper. Really he was expecting it to have something a little more interesting - a love letter with juicy details he could laugh at or a failed math test.