so I know you {@covertfedora}
Blood had a metallic tang to it that got up his nose, though he couldn't say he disliked it. He could inhale and feel that he'd done a good job, he could inhale and immerse more into the sea of blood around in on the bigger jobs -- He could inhale and realise he belonged. Generally, he only let Aoba back out when he'd gotten rid of the evidence of what he'd done, since though Aoba himself had enough guts to stick out being /thrown/ into the mafia, he knew he took issue with knowing what went on during the black spots.
Sly called it downtime, Aoba called it lost moments.
Kicking the door to the room open after whacking the handle down with his hand, the blunette stepped into the room as he stretched his arms above his head and let out a loud yawn. "Oi." Narrowed amber eyes glanced around, trying to find his shorter roommate; That would generally determine how long he planned to stay out for. "Midget...?" Aoba seemed to get along with Syo, whereas Sly didn't like how volatile and loud the blond male was. He kicked the door shut behind him and shucked off his blood stained jacket, flinging it into the dirty laundry basket he had situated at the end of his bed.