🌹; Enigmatic Rage
@ask-shizu-chan
The sun had long since set, the city lights stealing the stars from the sky above, leaving it a nearly completely inky black void save for the moon hanging up high. Even though the city became more DANGEROUS at night, Scarlet oddly enough found herself preferring the night over the day. For one, the city lights were much more gentle to her eyes than the sun, allowing her to walk around without her hood pulled over her head. Second, there were less people around. Of course, those who were out at this hour were usually unsafe, especially human traffickers who target immigrants or young women - categories she definitely fit into - but she had managed to avoid them with relative ease thus far, and always had a supply of knives on her if need be.
One source of danger the artist specifically sought out, however, were the ever infamous fights between Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima. While most people avoided those two as though they were the physical manifestations of the plague, ESPECIALLY during their fights, Scarlet found their altercations quite beneficial. Orihara almost always threw various knives at the other, oftentimes neglecting to retrieve them afterwards, leaving them there for the taking, and the doll-like girl was happy to add them to her collection of blades. Heiwajima supplied his own benefits as well, having an affinity for throwing vending machines at the other, causing them to crack open and be easily rifled through. Although she could afford food, it was still nice to be able to save money. The food would be thrown out anyway, so she figured she was doing no harm by taking whatever items hadn’t been c o m p l e t e l y destroyed. So, whenever Scarlet heard the uproarious yells coming from the blonde clad in his bartender uniform, the girl in red would soon follow their destruction.
This time, however, instead of scavenging the remains alone, one member of the duo had seemed to linger behind, or perhaps was simply retracing his steps to relocate the one he oftentimes referred to as a flea. Then, pale red eyes locked onto his bloody sleeve, liquid rubies dripping from the otherwise clean white button-up shirt. Scarlet slipped a cup of soup into her messenger bag tucked under her cloak before taking a tentative step forward. He didn’t know her - at least not personally - but some part of her felt the need to repay him for the help he unknowingly gave her throughout the years.
❝ Heiwajima-san... ❞ she stated, her voice oddly calm, and her face PRACTICALLY expressionless. ❝ Do you require help with your injuries? ❞
