#utsuhan

        *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

❝ Yuh. ❞

A single word, huffed out, spoke a thousand more. Roadhog didn’t see the need to elaborate; he was a man of stout vocabulary, though his tongue was curt.

Roadhog had seen this man before. Not in any semblance of a real-life exchange—no, this was the first time they’d exchanged words, let alone paths. Indeed, being steeped deep and brewing in the criminal underworld made it easy to overhear conspiracies, oversee faces plastered upon walls. Roadhog knew the man before was the same man he’d seen some months earlier, clung to a wall, with a considerable sum of money loomed overhead. He couldn't, for the life of him, remember the name scrawled upon the parchment. Regardless, he must’ve either done something drastic or pissed off the wrong people.

In spite of the translucent, glassy veils, his gaze lunged forth with all the sharpness of a whetted blade. Truth be told, it was generally how Roadhog looked; but to those unacquainted, it might seem like he was ready to dip a knife deep into their squishy innards. Similarly did silence bespeak a simple, though baleful phrase.