uminotami·: . . . you’re picking up the tab right ? )
“Ehh? Is that so? Well you better drink up then hahaha!” toji laughs, reaching over and topping off the other’s cup with fresh sake from the ceramic bottle. did he know the guy? not until he sat down ten minutes ago in the booth of this small diner, across from its only occupant.
he just finished a big job and really wanted to blow off steam with someone. but as always everyone blew him off instead (something about him being an OBNOXIOUS BASTARD). so here he is. sitting in a nameless diner talking to a stranger about plastics and terminal illness. —— at least it ended in booze.
“Hey~ say, do you fight a lot? You kinda have that auraabout you. I’m not gonna pry or anything. But some guys have been passing by across the street a couple of times now, and I’m trying to figure out if they’re here for me or for you.”
SURE HE GETS AROUND. In more ways than one. But in this instance he’s happy to regale this man with tales of bloodshed and brutality. He doesn’t know much about the world at large, but what he does know is all he needs to know, by his low standards at least. Mugen sat back in his seat, a short snort escaping his nose as he downed the sake faster than he probably should have. (he’s not a light weight, but he’s also overestimating himself) A smirk curved over his rough features, looking mighty sure of himself.
“An AURA huh? You some kinda psychic or somethin’? Hah... Yeah you could say I fight plenty.” His chair was balancing on two legs now, as he tilted it farther and father back, before it clattered forward back to it’s original position. Mugen glanced outside briefly before turning back towards the stranger. “Doesn’t matter who they’re here for, I’ll kick all their asses in under 5.” He huffed. Mugen leaned forward now, inching closer to the other’s face. “Hey~ If they’re here for your ass you’ll pay my bill?”
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