#zendatsu

     once again, kerry eurodyne had proven himself to be a tenured member of the 'pussy of the month' club.

     lurid advertisements were not more than adumbrated by the tenebrous weather — a muddled outline chiseled out from the dense smog which spared observers of their eyesore. the exterior climate was reposeful compared to that of the tensive interior and better suited for a cigarette break to curb his umbrage. the echo of footsteps cued company's approach and behind tinted lens did recognition polish expression's defined creases, shifting weight to begrudgingly grant access to the stage door for their newly employed chaperone. the urbane gesture which delayed the other's entrance didn't incentivize meaningful motion, receiving no more than a sideways glance for its unwonted couth and inferred invitation.

@zendatsu: held a door open for johnny .

     ❝  nah, still workin' on this. i'll manage.  ❞   cherry glowed with vicious appetite, ember gnawing ever closer to the filter as crown rested back against the alley's brick. the brief hesitancy in raiden's mien was noted, possibly indicative of mental turbulence between silent acquiescence and designated duty. existing familiarity neither pardoned the other's involvement nor placated him but it did trigger a hint to resolve the incidental stalemate, along with wry smile. ❝ no one's gonna pay you extra to hold my dick, choom. fuck off. ❞

memes, accepting

his hoodie, soaked from rain, was folded. somewhere. (cold cuts through him like woodcutter ax upon logs. the boy trembles.) hands pluck sweatshirt. the boy dons it without argument. softened and loose against his chilled skin.

You seem to make a lot of enemies around here. - @zendatsu

ㅤThe Heywood mercenary had eyes upon her the moment she stepped foot into Pacifica. Tensions were still high after V's final meeting with Mama Brigitte. The Voodoo Boys glared at the pair with strong animosity. Unlike Raiden, V wasn't welcome anywhere near the chapel or the grand imperial mall. Her ways of getting through gigs was considered unconventional and depraved. When the situation calls for it, the leash is yanked by the fixer and she has to play by their rules.

ㅤ"Ha, yeah . . ." There was no point in denying the gang's collected hatred. V took their distaste for her and turned it into fuel to support her undying resilience to live longer than her enemies. "It's honestly a really long story. If I even told you a lick of it, we'd be here for about an hour and I'd be sick of hearing my own voice."

ㅤUnbothered by the hostile glances, the brunette led the other to the edge of the pier. The guard rail was dented forwards from a recent car accident, providing a perfect spot for the two to take a seat and relax for just a moment. The sound of the waves was welcomed with the few moments of silence and a phantom craving for a cigarette. Lilac eyes studied Morro Rock in the distance and watched the convoys flying along it's perimeter.

ㅤ"So, are we gonna talk about how you were plannin' to zero me the first time we met?"

ㅤThe cat was out of the bag. After their first exchange at Totentanz , V took it upon herself to dig deeper into her new acquaintances history and his recent dealings. With some solid info provided by Regina Jones, she found out Raiden's initial plan.

Personally, she couldn't give half a thought towards the coat itself. Stains were inconsequential to the big picture and thus, not the worst thing that could have happened. The people that line the room were far greater a threat than worrying about some offensive mark and she was keen on leaving. Their opinions meant nothing. So long as the Technocyte was still left undistributed by the top of the food chain she really had no reason to stay there.

This guy, though, was apparently keen on continuing the conversation.

"No," she replies bluntly. "But you look like a back alley mugger, or someone trying to sell laced edibles to middle-aged men."

She makes the comment about his long coat, gloves, the generic look of a 'person up to no good'. Really the same could be said about a lot of people that were wandering around, but she wasn't talking to them, she was talking to him. He, who had wandered into her and started the whole mess.

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