Have a WIP Wednesday snippet (immortal crime boss):
Uro had been halfway through recapping their plans for dealing with the arsonist whoād been destroying warehouses over the past few weeks when the office door slammed open.
Striking: that was Kashimoās first impression. A model? Tall, white-haired. Black jeans, black boots, and a tight black t-shirt. A dispassionate look sat on his face, but his eyes were hidden by dark glasses as he surveyed the room. Uro cut herself off mid-sentence, dropping back down to her seat, and the whole mood of the room seemed to shift.
Sukuna looked to the door andā
āI didnāt tell you that you could be here.ā Disapproval and warning, a sharp tone that promised suffering.
The dispassionate look on the manās face twisted into a wide smile around the lollipop in his mouth. He pushed the door open wider and strolled into the room with a casual confidence that belied Sukunaās ire, and returned, āI thought I already taught you how to live with disappointment. Didnāt take you for an idiot.ā
Which wasā¦foolish. Suicidally foolish, and the confusion must have been written on Kashimoās face because Ishigori leaned over to him.
āGojo Satoru,ā he muttered under his breath, as if the name explained everything. Maybe it did. Kashimo watched Gojo Satoru plop his ass against the side of Sukunaās desk, lean over, and whisper a quiet demand into Sukunaās ear that only riled him up more. The smug aura didnāt diminish once as they got into it, a hushed argument back and forth that ended with Gojo standing himself back up, confident in his triumph, and the crime lord fuming as he watched him stride back out.
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