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Jason’s boots clapped against the cold pavement, his hands hidden within the pockets of his leather jacket. A crimson hood covered his head, shrouding his face to the general public. The lateness of the hour would explain the absence of activity on the sidewalks. He would take a few more steps before a sudden shriek would assault his ear drums.

Approaching the alley in question, a woman could be seen harassing a man. Being his usual curious self, he could overhear her talking about a certain sum of money that he owed her and her associates. It was definitely the local bookie, Charlie. She and Jason had a slight history, butting heads over a territorial dispute regarding this area of town. Jason had his methods and she had her own. Knowing this, the pair frequently feuded.

Given the circumstances, Jason knew that she wouldn’t appreciate him interrupting her little ‘session.’ With that in mind, he patiently waited for her to finish from the end of the alley way.

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KIYO IS PISSEDodded

in another universe where kira is slamming that delicious looking man who ain’t kiyo.

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Noise Complaint

He didn’t sleep very well to begin with, and his bedroom was on the other side of the apartment where the noise wouldn’t be so bad... but on the couch in the living room, Jacket could hardly hear himself think, let alone hear his television.

Instead, he heard his neighbor’s television. He could even tell that it was a baseball game. The apartment complex was not the most luxurious, to say the least, and the walls could probably be punched straight through with reasonable effort; it hadn’t been a problem before because the complex was usually quiet. Everyone kept to themselves, no one wanted to make trouble.

Jacket, especially, didn’t want to make any more trouble than he already had. So when he walked over to knock at his neighbor’s door, he didn’t exercise any more force than it took to be heard, he kept his gaze downcast, his expression blank, his tone soft-spoken. He looked far more tired and withdrawn than irritated.

“Hi... Could you.. turn the TV down please?”

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse:▤: falling asleep on them

Chef isn’t a good Samaritan; they’re not pious, they’re not inherently generous. If anything, they’re the opposite. Anything to keep themself alive and out of prison, and whatever else happened in the world…it wasn’t their problem.  But some stubborn, unnervingly prominent part of their heart won’t harden, no matter how much easier life would be for the fugitive if it did. No, Chef is still just as compassionate as they always have been. Sometimes it just takes some pushing for it to show.

Like a hitchhiker who seems far too young to be out asking for rides. Something like that.

Perhaps against their better judgement, Chef agrees; better them than someone with worse ideas. And in this place? It’s unsettling how possible that could have been. Though, Chef finds out pretty fast that she could…probably hold her own. Against anyone. And if she can’t, she’s doing a damn good job of acting like she can.

Though, after hours of driving to make it into the city, she’s quieted down quite a bit, and it isn’t until they’re paused at a stop light that they see why; their surprise companion is fast asleep in the passenger seat. As much as they would rather leave her be - and if they’re honest, she’s a little too loud for them - Chef nudges her awake, as gently as possible.

“—–sorry—we’re gettin’ close to food, if you want somethin’.”

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                 He watches on with a raised brow, an amused expression upon his features, though a hint of curiosity lingers within his amber gaze. It’s not a spectacle one witnesses daily, that’s for sure.

              ❛   Not exactly the wisest course of action, by the looks of it.   ❜

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[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.

more texts for you bitches

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[ SMS 'Butter Up' ]: Not even sure how you got my number...

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“RELAX Charlie. It’s just me.” Mason raised his hands in surrender as he backed up slightly. Probably not the brightest idea to raid the fridge of a girl known for her skills with a baseball bat. “Now would you put that thing down?”