They’re a cacophony of carnivores among a world of sick lambs. To think a man who barely knows the outer structures of how modern civilization works ( much less hard candy, what an experience that was; introducing Heine to the luxuries of artificial flavoring contained by cheap plastic could only be seen once ) would be left with Suzuya is beyond anything he could expect at this point. Currently they’re on the rooftop of a skyscraper– approximately 10 stories. It’s not the highest in his book of danger but certainly enough to enjoy car lights showing off the mock dance of fireflies far, far below.

    Even so, Heine sticks close by. Doesn’t get too close to the railing, he briefly wonders why that is.

  “ The city never sleeps, that’s why I like it so much. ” Always something to do, something to see, to eat. You’re never bored in Tokyo, that much he’ll admit. There’s high hopes that Heine’s time here has been fun solely because most of the things he’s seeing for the first time have been equally mutual for Suzuya.  “ ..Probably because I can’t afford to play hooky any longer. ” This is said with closed eyes and grins. Day shifts were grueling on his schedule, insomnia an unforgiving disease. He’s sure Heine can relate with how they both roam the streets so freely without a care in sight. Two dogs stuck under the thumbs of a corrupted watchman, maybe that’s why they’ve gotten so close in such little time.

  this one goes out to my very best friend, halley ! ( @tsukotsu )

   I remember you. The way your snarkiness out-told your actions, the way you inhaled poison into your body but exhaled it into my mouth, how you’d laugh when people died and how it didn’t mean much to you. I remember our likeness. I remember. He had expected when he landed to the ground, turning over his shoulder to look Ramuda in the eye was a reaction no sort of money could afford to buy.  Around them is what he anticipated, what he knew, the expanse of smothering air near statuesque, with buildings that tower from the ground up and cast lingering shadows above each division. It all was meant to agonize.  When life was breathed across Shibuya, it came not as a gust but a whisper.  Slow growing and meant only for the most fantastic of things.  Now, it sits.  Empty and endless.  Bustling crowds meant nothing if they were just dry laughter and the same routine, every day, every year. He didn’t miss much, it seems.

  The night sky watches, the moon giggles, and the stars worry. His next move is to tell his group to go ahead as he stays behind and smiles a sick, slight grin. Mic in his hand lowers, he stays in place. He can only mutter what sounds like a taunt to the other.

  “ It’s been a while, hasn’t it ? ”