A gloved hand clasped the back of his neck as he walked out of the arranged meeting area, grimacing. That had almost taken a very nasty turn, but luckily the leader seemed to value the potential gain out of the deal over his pride and had stopped his men. Chuuya wasn’t worried; he could slaughter them all within a second if the need arose. An unfortunate potential lost, but it would not have hurt the Port Mafia.
He came to a halt by the river, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it to take a draw before blowing out the smoke. He was stressed. With the reemergence of Double Black, business trips, everything seemed to be going at about a million miles per hour. A break might be nice. He’d like that, except there was too much to do, he wouldn’t take one unless ordered to.
“Something caught your eye?” The redhead executive spoke up, slowly turning around to where he’d felt the pair of eyes from, head tilted. He didn’t recognize the face, that’s for sure. He took another drag of the cigarette, exhaling calmly once again as he waited.
it’s boring to be inside . you have read all of your books , after all , and though you spend most of your time in your doll room you still do have a need for fresh air . so , you’ve once more evaded your surveillance and snuck your way out . running into the port mafia executive had only been a coincidence , though you don’t know whether or not it’s a good one just yet .
❛ if it hadn’t , would i be staring ? ❜ a brow raised slightly , you raise your pipe to your lips and take a puff off it , as though purposely mirroring his actions . you blow smoke out of your mouth , more purposeful than his casual exhale . ❛ such an encounter was unexpected , that’s all . ❜
there’s more you have to say , but you keep it quiet for now , lying more in wait of his response to your all too relaxed answer . he doesn’t seem to be all too bothered by you , but most people aren’t at the beginning .
