chocolate.
Hᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ door to a dusky house of goods, and was met with a silence that quelled the wandering ennui within his slowly beating heart – the kind that wreathed his being in a delicate languor as he ghosted through the aisle to look for a pack of cigarettes and a chocolate bar. Dim, the shop was ; the only light radiated from the flickering bulb that dangled above or the beverage cooler behind him, brushing the skin of his bony fingers with pale emerald [the color reminded him of his best friend's eyes] when he reached out for the bittersweet candy then danced to the counter, feeling the darkness of the unfamiliar place follow him. Flourishing the chocolate bar at the old lady of a cashier, he picked his cigarettes and paid for them before exiting the 24-hour store. The breath of night gnawed at his bloodless flesh the second he stepped outside, promising the reign of winter. He let out a sigh of displeasure at the absence of heat, at the shivers tingling down his spine, though he still trod the lonely street [alongside the desire to explore the foreign district] as he unwrapped the sweet in his hand then took a bite. It was not often that he was free at this time of night, for he would normally be skipping about Izanami right now, hitting on the strippers or boys at the bar, tattooing and piercing fucked up souls under the influence in the dark until it was three in the morning, so whenever he was not working, passing through areas he was not familiar with was one of the things he enjoyed – patrolling at leisure, he called it but it was good for him and the gang. Yoichi came to a halt, rendered spectral in neon blue of the liquor store he stood in front of as he pulled one of the cigarettes out from the pack and placed it in between his teeth, trying to turn his lighter on for a few times.
Though for some reason, it wouldn't fucking work.
