continued w/ @yorinuki
“ Don’t you know what ‘wait up’ means? “ Imaizumi huffed, taking his hands away from the other once he finally got him to stop. “ Listen, I actually need your help… “ Those words felt disgusting to say, but these were boss’ orders. That’s what sucked about being a little underling, rather than a boss. You got stuck with all these shitty, degrading little tasks. It sucked even worse when the person you had to ask for help was someone that you couldn’t stand.
Being part of a newer gang made this even worse, since he had to ask someone not-so new for help. “ I need your help for a fight… “ He muttered under his breath, hating every second of this. Of course Arakita was probably going to laugh in his face for asking for help, but he couldn’t do this with out him. It was pretty much a last-resort of his.
Staring at his counterpart in disbelief as to what just went down, Arakita blinked at him once, twice, before he eventually turned to fully face him, inching closer to almost have the tips of their shoes touch. Finally, a smirk formed on his lips, eyes narrowing as he smiled so mockingly at the rookie; that arrogant little fuck surely had gotten himself in some kind of situation and Arakita was practically celebrating it.
“Well, well, well...” He sighed then, rolling his head back to give that typical intimidating vibe, clicking his tongue. “Who said I would help a little bitch like you? Something for something, ya know? If I help you with a fight, it means I need to get something in return. More so -- who do you want to fight anyway? I’ve got my own collaborations, can’t go against that for the sake of carrying your princess ass to the finish line, or something like that.”
Surely, he would take up the job to help that prick if it meant that he could gain something valuable; on the other hand, as long as he was able to get involved in a little bit of brutality, violence and whatnot, Yasutomo was more than just game. He just also loved to play hard-to-get.