#phoenix 001

[twistxdcrafts]

with: phoenix feng ( @knifeoverheart ) where: the woods cafe

"oh look, we can grab a booth." beau said, quickly diverting his path and heading towards the window booth. he easily slid into the seat and waited for nix to join him. he hadn't seen the younger man in a while... which for beau was roughly more than a week, but it felt too long. he wanted to take nix out and treat him to breakfast, so he'd brought him to the woods so they could talk over coffee and pancakes.

"i feel like a fussy mother hen when i don't see you for more than a week." he admitted, already passing a menu to nix's side of the table, and then helping himself to one. he was quite hungry and strongly considering the full breakfast with the side of pancakes. "what's been keeping you so busy that you couldn't visit?"

[bougyo-blog]

--[ @illogicaldefender ]--

&&-- “Wright and Co., hm? It looks like you've been doing quite well without me.” With arms crossed, a hand reaches to flick away the sharp bangs away from her eyes. Her stern expression softens once she's confronted him, a teasing smile weaving onto her lips.

&&-- “It's good to see you again, Phoenix.”

[akaide-blog]

@illogicaldefender

Ryu had been wandering around for a long time to get here. The streets of Japan were never so hectic, bustling with people -- and sometimes not-people? Ryu felt like his brain was going to explode. He had never been particularly superstitious, but to think youkai were actually real all along... he decided not to think about it.

Instead, he knocked on the door of the building he stood in front of before slowly cracking open the door and peeking in. The front room was in disarray, but it looked lived-in, at least. So this should be the place he was looking for, if he had gotten the blocks right. He stepped about halfway through the door, and peered around the room, his gaze resting on a blue-suited man.

For some reason, Ryu instantly thought of his dad.

“Oh, um, pardon the intrusion,” he said, bowing his head and banishing the thought because wow that was weird. “Is this the law office?”

[vergiftete-blog]

@illogicaldefender​.

The logical conclusion upon arriving to a strange city, Kristoph reflected, was to assume no one you knew also dwelled within its confines. He hadn’t been locked away so long that he’d forgotten the lay of the city where he lived, and a mere cursory glance told him this one wasn’t it.

So suffice it to say that he expected a city of strangers. Upon exiting the building he had been in at the start, he rounded a corner onto another street. The idle chatter of the city met his ears, muted enough that he could not make out individual words. At once it was much closer and further away than the noise in solitary had been, all around him and yet much quieter. He found he rather liked it.

With no pressing developments needing his attention (and why would they? After all, he was a nobody in this city, with no law office to call his own), he merely stood for a moment, observing. It was this that finally led his eyes to a head of spiky black hair, slicked back into that absurd shape he’d grown used to seeing around.

Kristoph’s lips tightened and his hand, resting on the crook of his other arm, clenched the fabric of his sleeve between its fingers.

“Wright,” he said, as the man grew close enough to hear him.