Tachihara Michizo

**Contains spoilers for the Bungo Stray Dogs manga** A Tachihara Michizo roleplay blog affiliated with Isola Radiale (RANK: DWARF)

[midwinter-michizo]

i-was-just-fifteen​:

The mercenary leaned over his shoulder, looking at the terminal. They don’t acknowledge the remark about teaming up. At least, not directly. Then they open up one of the quests. A supposedly simple quest hilariously titled Hay There! before looking to the other.

“Seems like something you could handle.”

Tachihara looked over the quest- it did seem like something he could handle. He thought he could handle more, but he wasn’t going to say so. He wasn’t sure he trusted himself to actually be strong enough to handle more, especially not with his ability weakened as it was.  “Sounds good,” he replied, tapping the screen a couple times to accept the quest. He decided to let his new partner take the lead- he was so good at following orders, after all. “What first?” 

[midwinter-michizo]

i-was-just-fifteen​:

The figure leaned in, putting their hands in their pockets as they eyed the terminal. Then, they turned their gaze back on Tachihara, as if critically assessing the other’s appearance, then they huff.

“You might need a hand. You seem like nothing more than one of the Backstreets folk I’ve seen,” They tell him.

…It’s really hard to tell if that’s an insult or not.

Once upon a time, that would’ve been... probably an insult, though that’s what he’d been. A gangster without a home just running around causing problems. Now, it was a compliment- that was exactly what he was trying to appear as, after all. The more he seemed like one of the riff raff, the better.  “I’m not opposed to teaming up, if that’s what your gettin’ at,” he replied, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Which one’ve you got your eye on?” 

[midwinter-michizo]

i-was-just-fifteen​:

Well, less looking down and more look up, the closer they got. Seemed to be at least six and half feet tall, maybe more. Their singular eye stared right back, the large… smile? Bandana? With all the shadowing over their face it was hard to tell, creating a monstrous look.

“Well considering the fact that’s the quest terminal, I’m sure you can guess,” They told Tachihara. “You can’t pick or something?”

Well, this was one creepy motherfucker. Tachihara fought the urge to take a step back. He’d dealt with a lot of intimidating guys in his time, but this one might just take the creepy cake.  “Was just lookin’ through them,” he answered cautiously. “Wondering if I should recruit a partner or pick a solo one.” He tapped the terminal with his finger, briefly wondering if he could hack it with his abilities limited like they were. Probably not, and he’d probably be penalized for trying. 

[midwinter-michizo]

copybook​:

He was ready to pay, since that meant there was less of a chance the mafioso would back out of this. A discussion, a truce of sorts, was crucial here. Last thing the blond needed was to risk impromptu fights from occurring while in this city. 

As soon as the redhead gestured, the blond headed off to the cafe, not even uttering out a single word. He felt no need to, really, as he had no intention to befriend the other man. This was just to make amends for the time being and remain professional.

He couldn’t see himself wanting to be friends with a member of the Port Mafia, really.

Once in the cafe, the idealist ordered a matcha tea and a small sandwich, and then gestured for Tachihara to choose something.

Tachihara followed without more protest, watching Kunikida’s back for any signs that the other man was going to turn and attack. Once they were safely seated without incident, he risked a passing glance at the menu.  He ordered a simple black coffee with cream and a sandwich like Kunikida’s. He wasn’t especially hungry, but he wasn’t going to say no to free food. Especially not on a Detective Agency member’s dime.  He leaned back in his chair, the front legs of it lifting off the ground so it teetered precariously on it’s back ones. “So?” he asked, levelling his gaze at Kunikida, raising a hand at him to gesture for him to speak. “What d’you want?” 

[midwinter-michizo]

i-was-just-fifteen​:

Well, wasn’t it his luck then? Someone was approaching the terminal, only to pause when they noticed him standing at it. They came closer, just a few feet away from him.

“You’ve been standing there for a bit, bud. Struggling or something?” They snarked, looking him over.

Tachihara turned at the voice. “What’s it to you?” he asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets and looking down at the... child? before him. He raised an eyebrow, trying to seem intimidating but not exactly unfriendly. It was a weird mix. 

[midwinter-michizo]

heclingmuzik​:

He got it and it makes her smile. “It’s pretty new and scary, but it’s….alright. DESPITE these people taking us away from our homes.” She has to take this view into a positive light though. For one, Ismael gets to do things she never dreamed she get to do and Kyrie…Well, Kyrie is exploring. Seeing things they probably haven’t seen in awhile and new things as well! She hopes they’re enjoying it!

“Aw, man. You’re on the other side. I’m in Fibonnaci in the housing residence. Have you seen the pixies and other creatures in Cotes, yet? Pretty cool, I’d recommend checking that place out if you haven’t yet!” 

Tachihara shook his head. “Not yet. I’ve heard about ‘em, though. Kinda hard to believe they’re real, but I guess I’ve seen weirder.” After all, his superior could do things like stand on the ceiling or literally fly. Not to mention his enemies- a weretiger, conjuring things out of a notebook. Stopping someone from dying over and over and over- His teeth clenched for half a moment and he pushed the thought from his head. Point was, pixies weren’t the strangest thing he’d ever seen, not by a long shot. “Maybe I will go over there sometime. I’ve been scoping out some of the seedier places for now.” It was what he was used to, after all. Seedy places and government facilities were his two home grounds, and he seriously doubted he’d be welcome in any government facilities around here. 

[midwinter-michizo]

rvnthiscity​:

Ichiro felt like he was getting the hang of this place. It was getting easier and easier for him to navigate.

As the stranger brushed shoulders with him, he turned. The guy seemed pretty sorry, even a bit overly so.

“No worries, man,” He said, offering a comforting smile and waving a hand. “You just got dropped here too?”

He stuck his hand in is jacket pocket, getting a bit of a better look at this stranger. There was something just a bit off, but he wouldn’t press it. Ichiro just stored the hunch away in his mind.

“You need help navigating? I’ve been here for a bit.” Oh so helpful Ichiro. He sees someone in need, and can’t bring himself to not help out.

He held his hand out towards the stranger to shake. “The name’s Ichiro, also. Pleasure to meet you.”

Tachihara mirrored the man before him’s movements, also stuffing his hands into his jacket’s pockets. It was naturally easier to get people to trust you if you mimicked them. It was one of the first things he’d learned as part of his special training to be a spy.  “Yeah, that’d be a huge help, actually,” he answered, meeting the hand with a grip of his own. He shook it heartily, grinning all the while. “Nice to meetcha, too. Name’s Tachihara. You can call me whatever you like, though.” He ended the handshake by holding his hand up for a fist bump. Ichiro seemed like the kind of guy who at least knew that sort of thing. He felt a little bad for deceiving him, but he had to do what he had to do to survive, right? That’s how he’d managed in life so far, at least.

[midwinter-michizo]

heclingmuzik​:

A whole fuckin’ lotta bleach, it has Ismael chuckling lightly. She can ONLY imagine just how much bleach needed to be used to get that hair color. She extends her own hand out and firmly gives his hand a shake. Not too hard, of course. “I’m Ismael. Nice to meet ya.” She’s glad that he’s not one of those mean guys. Never judge a book by its cover, right? “Well, shit. If you’re new in town…I can kind of show you around. I’m A little new my self, but…I’ve been here a couple of days or…weeks. Honestly, I’m not entirely sure. My days are all mixed in together.” She wonders if she’s the only one who got her days mixed up like that. 

“You know where you’re stayin’ Michizou?” 

It felt... nice to shake someone’s hand. To feel genuine flesh and blood in his grasp, in a friendly gesture rather than something more violent. Was he getting soft? ...Maybe a little, but it was justified in this case, right?  “Ismael, huh?” he mused. He’d never heard of that name- granted, he was from Japan, and had normally only heard Japanese names. Ismael was nice, though. He liked it. He just... was hoping he pronounced it correctly.  “I’d love to get to know this place better,” he said, offering a grin. He felt lucky he’d met someone so friendly. He didn’t necessarily like to come off as rude or confrontational- anymore it was something like a defense mechanism.  “Oh, yeah, I’m in...” he hesitated a moment. Was it wise to say where he was staying? Probably not, but... He felt like he could trust this person, and he often relied on intuition. “I’m in Cotes, townhouse 229,” he replied. 

[midwinter-michizo]

OPEN STARTER Tachihara looke down at the terminal before him, frowning. He... wanted to take one of these, honestly, but he wasn’t sure which. Not to mention, he wasn’t sure how well he faired alone. He scrolled through the quest, indecisive. Maybe he should look around for a partner..?

[sphinxmemesmusings]

Headcanon Meme: Ice Cream Flavors Edition

Almond Chocolate Coconut: a touch headcanon.

Bacon Ice Cream: a “what were you even thinking” headcanon.

Black Raspberry Cheesecake: a sexuality and/or romanticism headcanon (romantic orientation, sexual orientation, etc).

Cactus Fruit Sorbet: a “this shouldn’t work but it does” headcanon.

Cherry Garcia: a role model/inspiration headcanon.

Chubby Hubby: a body image/self esteem headcanon.

Chunky Monkey: a names, addresses, nicknames, etc. headcanon.

Cookies and Cream: a family headcanon.

Cotton Candy Explosion: a childhood/child(ren) headcanon.

Death By Chocolate: an indulgence/guilty pleasure headcanon.

Devil’s Food Chocolate: a vice headcanon.

Dulce de Leche: a happy/sweet romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Elderberry: a hurt/comfort headcanon.

Entangled Mints: a friendship headcanon.

Espresso ‘n Cream: a coffee/tea/coffee-shop (AU)/caffeine headcanon.

Fudge Behaving Badly: a misbehaving/getting into trouble headcanon.

Ginger Crème Brûlée: a gender headcanon (gender identity, gender presentation, butch/femme, gender feels, etc).

Half Baked: a bad idea/poor planning headcanon.

Heartbreak Healer: a sad/angsty romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Jasmine Peach Tea: a self-care/self-love headcanon.

Kahlua Almond Fudge: a language/words headcanon.

Kiwi Midori: a creative arts headcanon.

Lemon Angel Food: a virtue headcanon.

Lemon-Lime Sorbet: a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).

Magic Mint Cookie: a magic/supernatural headcanon (alt: a taste h/c).

Masque of the Raspberry Sorbet: a fear/horror headcanon (alt: a costume(s)/facade(s) headcanon).

Neapolitan: an intimacy/vulnerability (or lack thereof) headcanon.

Orange Pineapple Whip: a kinky headcanon (alt: an eccentricity h/c).

Oreo Cheesecake: a physical health/disability headcanon.

Peanut Butter Plum Cherry: a soulmate/soulmate AU headcanon (alt: an unconditional love headcanon)

Phish Food: a music headcanon.

Purple Daze: a stoner/drugs headcanon.

Rainbow Cream: a nature headcanon.

Road Trip: a travel or escapism headcanon.

Rocky Road: a difficulty or struggle headcanon.

SNAFU (Strawberries Naturally All Fudged Up): a mistake(s) headcanon.

Strawberry Rhubarb Crunch: a mental health/neurodivergent headcanon.

Tennessee Mud: an alcohol, drunkenness, intoxication headcanon.

Tuxedo Strawberry: a well-dressed headcanon (any headcanon about clothes).

Vanilla Fudge Ripple: a strength headcanon.

White Raspberry Truffle: a weakness headcanon.

Wildberry Chocolate Chunk: a social life headcanon.

[midwinter-michizo]

copybook​:

Kunikida’s first thought to what the redhead said, then, was a brief ‘how merciful’, in that he wasn’t planning on starting a fight right here. Of course, words only went so far, so the blond’s thought was only that – a mere thought. It was going to take much more for him to actually trust anyone associated with the Port Mafia. 

He shrugged a little, his stern expression shifting very slightly to a hesitant smile.

“Alright.” Though, the next thing Tachihara said wiped that hesitant smile away as quickly as it appeared. 

“Ten minutes? That’s not enough time to discuss things. I have a lot of questions for you; namely, what you’d done last, prior to your arrival here. I want to see if we’re on the same page.”

After a moment, he added, “Actually, I have an idea. How does having this discussion over tea sound?”

Tachihara couldn’t start a fight in a cafe.

Tachihara stood his ground for a long moment, looking Kunikida up and down. He really doubted he could intimidate this guy, especially since he’d kicked Tachihara’s ass once. Not that Tachihara had been operating at full power- he’d let his ass get kicked to keep his cover. It’d be a different story if he could really let loose.  Not that that mattered right now. “Fine, but you’re payin’,” he responded at last, letting out a resigned sigh. Honestly, having an ally from his world here would likely be a boon in the long run, but he had an image to keep. Theoretically. He still wasn’t sure if he should fake a personality to be me ‘mafia’ or if he could just be himself now that he was really and truly affiliated with them. For now, he decided to keep it. Just to be safe.  He held his hand out in front of him, gesturing for Kunikida to lead the way. 

[tripleseven]

@midwinter-michizo // starter !

Regulated gambling was good fun and all - but the bets just weren’t as satisfying. 

Maybe that was just because he wasn’t used to regulated gambling - given most of it was…well, pretty much banned in Japan. The good ones, anyways, since all the legal ones made you pay a fee to enter and only let you in a few times a month. So, pretty much all his time was spent in illegal gambling dens or at shitty poker tables in the basement of back-alley bars across Tokyo. 

Lucky for him…it seemed like one of the wards in this new place had just what he was looking for. And, he figured, it’d probably be best to make a name for himself right off the bat. Which meant…a dice game. Craps seemed like a good place to start, so he wandered over to a table, waited for a spot to open up, and sat down to start.

…

And what an easy win that was! 

Well, not insanely easy, since he definitely hadn’t been playing against other beginners, but Dice was pleased as could be with his earnings. It wasn’t as satisfying, not being able to count through a stack of cash, but he could watch the balance on his phone shoot up from almost nothing to…well, something! 

His luck with dice just couldn’t be beat - even if they weren’t his own.

But, he was a fair sport even when he won and chatting with other gamblers always tended to bring fun stories to the table, so the young adult leaned over to one of the people he had been playing with and offered them a grin.

“Hey, man! You’re pretty good at this - where’d you learn to play?”

[midwinter-michizo]

Tachihara didn’t gamble very much anymore. There was a time when he’d been a filthy cheat, using his gift to manipulate the metal in various games into giving him the advantage. Of course, back then he’d tended to stay away from card and dice games. Over time, he’d lost interest, and it was all but gone when he’d infiltrated the mafia. He’d go to casinos and the like mostly to watch others play and for the lively atmosphere.

Now, he found himself at gambling dens more often. They had the kind of atmosphere he liked- alive and buzzing and easy to get lost in. There was no one to give him orders here, and he found himself with far, far too much time on his hands and an uneasiness under his skin. But hey, this was a pretty easy way to earn a small amount of cash and entertain himself. He kept to small games, not wanting to make it obvious that he’d cheat in ones involving metal. Occasionally he’d play some card or dice games, just to keep things interesting and keep the spark of real gambling with real stakes alive. He looked over at a man who’d begun to talk to him and shrugged. “Around,” he answered vaguely. “Used to run around with some guys that were into it. They taught me to play.” Mostly because they wanted to use his ability to cheat, but whatever. He’d ended up leaving them high and dry anyway. “What about you?” He idly rolled a die around in his palm, tilting his chair back so it resting on two legs. He shifted so one arm was slung over the back of it, his body turned toward the guy who’d struck up the conversation. 

[midwinter-michizo]

What kind of weather are you?

rain

emotions run very deep for you, and they influence most of your decisions. you enjoy dancing and singing and feeling free. you’re probably extroverted and are looking for love, whether it be romantic or platonic. you also believe in some form of soulmates. don’t let yourself be moved too much by outside influences. other people are able to find inspiration in following your example; embrace yourself and encourage others to do the same.

“Find inspiration in my example? ...Yeah, right. Sounds more like my brother.”

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[midwinter-michizo]

@rvnthiscity | Starter After scoping out most of Cotes and what he could access of Fibonacci, Tachihara decided it was a good idea to check out the other two wards. He decided Archimedes was next. It was his first trip into the ward and he was wary, but not noticeably so. One wasn’t apart of various gangs, military groups, and mafia organizations while being noticeably guarded.  He needed information, though. He’d gathered about as much as he could by walking around and observing. He needed to be able to ask questions. He walked down the street, keeping his eyes out for anyone that might seem like they knew a lot and were willing to tell a lot.  He intentionally brushed shoulders with a man that looked about his age. He pretended to be startled, widening his eyes and stumbling back a step. “Sorry,” he said, giving a sheepish grin and rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m a little new around here. Don’t really know my way around yet.” A bold face lie, of course. He always made sure to keep track of where he was and where he was going, especially in a new place. But it was easiest to gain information from lowered guards and sympathy. 

[midwinter-michizo]

heclingmuzik​:

He looks to be caught off guard by her compliment and to be fair, she’d probably react the same way if someone complimented someone who just sneered at them as to be intimidating. Ismael smiles at his thanks and she nods, “Yeah! What did you use to get that color?” With dark hair like her’s, she didn’t think it’d be easy to get a lighter color. Ismael had always wondered what she’d look like with red hair. One time wanted to dye it a light red. She didn’t and thank goodness. 

“Honestly I was at fault too. I have a bad habit of not watching where I’m going.” Wasn’t that the truth? “I can see how being bumped into someone can be annoying.”

“A whole fuckin’ lotta bleach,” he muttered, remembering the arduous dye job. It’d taken a solid day to get his hair to be a natural-looking orange shade. Black was a hard color to dye, after all.  He let himself have a small, genuine smile at her next sentence. “Let’s just call it even, then,” he responded. He held out his hand for a handshake. Half of it was to test her goodwill, but the other half really wanted to connect with someone. He’d felt... bad since he got here. Lonely and maybe a little afraid, if he’d admit that to himself. It’d be good to have someone that knew their way around, too.  “Name’s Tachihara Michizou. You can call me Michizou, if you want.” Hopefully by offering his given name off the bat, he could create somewhat of a casual relationship between them. “I’m kinda new in town.” 

[midwinter-michizo]

copybook​:

A sharp tsk left the blond’s lips as soon as he’d heard that question. No, he wasn’t scared. The Port Mafia probably didn’t have much power here, all things told, otherwise – he would have heard of their presence by now. This city was far from Japan, and while he recognized that Mori did send his executives out on missions to other countries, sending Tachihara alone didn’t make a lot of sense. Nakahara might have been sent here, too, but his presence was rarely gone unnoticed. And Kunikida hadn’t heard of a short redhead causing havoc anywhere nearby.

He assumed that Tachihara was here alone, at least for now, but he wasn’t completely confident in his assessment. Perhaps a more subtle executive was here. 

Either way, he was smart enough not to let the mafioso know what he was thinking.

“Just curious. I’d find it odd if you’re the only one here. But I’m guessing you won’t just tell me either way.” 

He sighed. 

“If you’re the only one here and the Port Mafia is nothing but a memory back in Yokohama, we might have to actually get along.”

Tachihara was pretty good at controlling his expression. Good enough to infiltrate the Port Mafia, at the least. So, when he tried not to grimace at the implication he was alone, he liked to think he succeeded.  He hadn’t been alone in a long time. Not since he joined up with a gang, really. Some would say he had too many allies. He considered both the Hunting Dogs and his allies in the Port Mafia comrades, after all. So when Kunikida implied he was completely alone, it made the sinking hole in his gut grow wider.  “I’m not planning to attack you right here on the street,” he said by way of an answer, stuffing his hands into his pockets and scrunching his nose up in a sneer. Both parties he worked for were enemies of the Armed Detective Agency, and that cursed Yosano was apart of them, but he couldn’t bring himself to fully hate them. Even when they were being hunted as terrorists, he knew that they would never stoop that low. So if he had to ally with this person... Well, he’d allied with worse in the past. “We can get along for the next ten minutes.”