#troublelocks

❝  do you ever get that fear that you can't shift, the type that sticks around like summat in your teeth ? are there some aces up your sleeve ? ❞  do i wanna know // artic monkeys .

Passing by the local cafe, Josuke couldn’t help but notice Yukako sitting at a table by herself. It struck him as a bit odd as he figured Koichi would have been with her.

Family vacations were always fun- especially in foreign countries. The Yamagishis wanted to spend a little more time together before sending Yukako off for university. Of course, her parents were too busy with work to accompany her, but she was used to it. What she was not used to, however, was losing her map and getting lost in the city. She tried to navigate back to her hotel, but that essentially made her lose her way even more. ❝ How perfect, I'm lost in Italy... ❞ she mumbled to herself.

Naples is a busy city. It might not be Rome bit it’s still tourist-laden on top of the extant population, and one a nice day in the spring season it is... decidedly busy. Saying ‘crowded’ would perhaps be an understatement. Abbacchio is used to it, more or less, as when he has work it’s not up to him when he’s going to go out and get it done. Today was simple, today was investigation, information stockpiling with no action required after he got what he wanted (the target will be dead soon enough anyways so who cares how they make use of their unbeknownst-to-them final hours, Abbacchio doesn’t need to tail them that long). Since things are done there’s time to kill before he heads back.

It isn’t like he’d be doing much productive home, but his current activity of lurking against a wall, watching passersby without actually seeing many of them at all, also does not feel particularly productive. Abbacchio watches blankly, his attention more on whether or not he wants to go buy some food. That particular train of thought gets derailed when he notices someone who is very clearly a tourist and very clearly lost.

They all have decidedly similar faces in that situation. They aren’t hard to pick out. And Abbacchio doesn’t care, he really doesn’t. Where this girl is going and where she wants to end up isn’t his problem in the slightest. But. But. The part of his head that made him want to be someone of use when he was younger isn’t completely dead (much as he wishes it were). It can pipe up when nothing’s competing-- Abbacchio knows he can probably not be a huge asshole for once, and that the later it gets the more likely this girl’s gonna stay lost and end up dead in an alley, which would be... an affair to sort out.