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[loveyakusoku]

@flyingdragonfang​ (x) 

“He’s not going to attempt anything of the sort. Here, scoot over.” 

[wakaitantei]

Exploring the streets of New York wasn’t something that he got to do much of when he lived there, but since he was visiting now - older, more experienced, and stupider - Nori decided to enjoy a leisurely stroll down the city’s sketchier roads and alleyways. There was plenty to be seen in these areas, and he’d already taken down several notes by the time he heard the voices of teenagers shouting at each other down one alley. Treading lightly on his feet, he leaned around the corner in time to see one teen yank a knife from the other by a thread. The wounded boy fled down alley, shoving past Nori with a force that knocked him off his feet.

“...Ow.”

[eternalandrei]

@flyingdragonfang

“лайно-” 

Andrei shrieked as the pipe he had been clinging to with his hands and feet fell away from the wall, and as he came to a landing he felt an explosion of blossoming pain in his shoulder. For a moment, he lay there in shock, before a few seconds passed and he forced himself onto his feet, shaking like a leaf. His eyes were wide, manic, and he stared down at his hands that were tinged slightly red with blood. He couldn’t tell how much of it was his, from the cuts and grazes he’d just opened up along his arm. Probably a good thing. 

He hadn’t even thought to steal a pair of shoes before climbing out the window, so now he was running as fast as he could, over filth, cigarette stubs and broken glass, clutching his shoulder as he ran down the back alley in nothing but a torn dress shirt and boxers. He had no idea where he was - the streets in this city were ugly, the buildings loomed above him like prison walls. An alien city in an alien country. All that he knew for certain was that he needed to get as much distance between him and that building as possible. 

It didn’t even matter if Dino had understood that he was acting in self-defense when he had been lying there with an old, perverted American bastard squeezing his throat so hard he thought his head would snap clean off; when he’d grabbed the bedside lamp and smacked him so hard it broke. When he’d kept hitting until the old man had stopped moving. It didn’t matter, because he had to try to escape, even if trying was futile, even if he would end up dead. Anything had more dignity than dying like that.

There was no time to cry, or to be afraid. To think about the fact he’d committed his first murder, or that he’d been moments from the most humiliating death imaginable. He ran aimlessly, stabbing pain in his shoulder and limbs with every footfall, until finally he turned a corner and ran smack into another body. 

He stumbled back, bracing for any attack that might come. It was a boy - an Asian boy, around his age. Dark hair, a rather hard expression. The kind of boy who looked like he might pull a knife on a challenger. 

“Sorry! I am sorry.” He croaked in a thick Eastern European accent, holding his hands up in a shaky surrender. 

[nightruled]

Sing: From now on we'll be using code names, I'm eagle one

-points to Kong- "Code name been there done that"

-points to Eiji- "code name currently doing that"

-points to bones- "It happened once in a dream"

-points to Cain- "If I had to pick a dude"

-points to Alex- "Eagle two"

Alex: oh thank god

[chrysanthemumhero]

@flyingdragonfang

The end of filming for the day meant one thing: It was time for Kiku to make up for all that energy she’d spent with a big dinner. At home, she’d have her favorite places to choose from, but this movie had brought her all the way to New York, offering plenty of new choices. There was a small place not far from where they were filming, and since it caught her eye, she entered the restaurant and took a seat, looking over the menu.

[hisuinokoibito]

@flyingdragonfang replied to your post

“Then you suck and that’s why you’re practicing. Alright, now, keep your eyes on the target.”

He wants to be offended by that but Sing is right, his aim isn’t great. He takes a breath and focuses on the target, raising the weapon- and when he pulls the trigger, the bullet goes wide. He stares at the hole he left in the wall with a sigh. “I don’t plan on needing to shoot things that often, you know.” Only if he has to, for Ash.

[beautybcrn]

flyingdragonfang / starter call

     “Think you’re ready for tomorrow? It’s gonna be pretty risky,” Ash teases, reaching over to ruffle Sing’s hair with a little smirk on his lips. The two of them didn’t get on right away, but things changed a bit. There was still some animosity from Sing’s side, something that Ash understood because he didn’t know the full story behind Shorter’s disappearance... and yet it was significantly different compared to before. Compromise, perhaps? Whatever it was, it was keeping the both of them on the same side and that’s what was important, even if they didn’t fully trust each other.

[sorawomau-blog]

flyingdragonfang replied to your post “�� take a nap with yours”

"I smell like Chinese, weirdo." Sing said softly as he ran his hand through Eiji's hair.

“You smell like dumplings.. and that nice cologne you always wear..” he mumbled, his eyes staying closed as he felt the other’s fingers run through his hair. “..I love dumplings.”