There’s a commotion in an alleyway. There are two men, one smaller than the other and far more fragile looking. This man is cornered, but not for long. There’s a flash of steel, and soon the tide changes completely. It’s the silver-haired male that’s spitting threats now, combat knife at the ready and fighting posture assumed.
It’s not uncommon for people to think Takumi is a scrawny pushover, to think his loose clothing hides nothing but skin and bones. But he’d rather die than get trampled for being weak.
By letting his naturally overblown anger free, he manages to scare the poor fool who tried to mug him off. For a moment, he watches him flee. Then, he hides his weapon once more and lets out a shaky sigh. Adrenaline makes him shiver. He’s still guarded as he emerges from the alley, and nearly jumps when he sees a shock of red hair out of the corner of his eye.
“Gaius? What are you doing here?!” He pauses, thinking. “Am... Am I near a bar right now?” >> @getsweets (sc.)
