【 ✹ 】“Oh! This looks great!” She can’t help but intrude, even when he’s merely eating his lunch. Attracted by the enticing aroma, Tamamo can almost recognize how her own mouth is watering. However, she’s no glutton -- how else can she keep this perfect figure?

✂~       Interestingly enough, Gunji had stumbled into the sector that was know as the Ghetto a few times at this point in his stay in the Hive. It didn’t feel like home, but it was about as close as he was going to get to seeing some action. Perching himself upon rooftops, watching in deadly drug deals, and spots of crime interested him. And whilst he never directly got involved at most times, there were a few punch ups to speak of. After all, he wasn’t going to stop anyone from doing shit in this town, this wasn’t Toshima, and sadly he may not get away with stabbing up a few drug-infested fleas.

How sad. 

Either way, the red clad male had continued prowling along the streets, he fit in quite nicely in this sector. He’d either be called out by some drunkards, or simply ignored for being someone you wouldn’t mess with. Either choice worked for Gunji, he couldn’t care all too much, he was down for a fight, but he was also down for looking intimidating enough to walk away from. But it was soon that Gunji felt that provoking responses from people was as much fun as being poked at himself. Turning over to the first guy who looked like they could pick a bone or two, the blond soon called over to him.