night time, my time.
" I’m useless and I know it– Auditory hallucination ;
You said, "I don’t care what I’m thinking about but I’m thinking of you right now." "
Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄᴇᴅ souls contorted their bodies to the haunting music in a serpentine dance with hollow eyes, liquor animating them whilst the ever infamous radiation, the addictive brand only Izanami could bleed, made them dream of suicide. Though, amidst the neon lights and electronic fumes, the violent sea of unknown faces where there was a fight on one side and a fuckfest on the other, silence still conquered the dark place... Or perhaps, he was wrong. Perhaps it was just an old friend, after all – loneliness, was it? Laced with ennui, the sigh leaked from his mouth, a sound ringing pellucidly in his ears despite the loud slow tune that the black walls shivered to the moment he swayed out of the body art parlor and into the dim side of the nightclub. It hardly came as a surprise that Yoichi was not exactly attracting a lot of cash tonight unlike usual, he looked like shit even though he had cleaned himself up and did his best to look presentable. Blackened eye. Busted lip. Bloody nose that he had gotten tired of wiping and so, he let the red liquid trickle down to his mouth where he would just lick it. The normal things that would happen whenever a young gangster lighted upon a rival. He flounced to the bar aglow with expensive drinks and candies, nodding at the bartender who was also a friend in silent gratitude when she offered him one of the latter of the two things. The boy stripped the sweet of its fancy wrapper then popped it in his mouth, savoring the bizarre taste [like the establishment itself] that had no effect on him or any of the other employees, but would certainly ignite his darkest desires had he been mere mortal. His honey eyes smoothed along the crowd as he bit down on the lollipop in his hand, kinda dying for something or s o m e o n e to arrest his attention.