A swift kick across the head is all it takes for Prosciutto to make Doppo's kneeling stance waver. Taking only 3 steps forward, he's already standing close enough to the man on the floor, yet his hands remain on the pockets of his pants in a seemingly unbothered manner, almost as if refusing to give in too much of his energy to something so trivial. With the tip of his shiny dress shoes, he presses it against the salary man's cheek to tilt his head up. ' do i look like i'm playing , Kannonzaka ? '
# 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ☆ ( doppo , int. ) ! @sculptambitio
HOW HOW HOW HOW HOWWWWW - did he end up in such a position? A cowardly shriek escapes him as the thunk behind his head knocks him off balance. Far too clumsy and scattered to have any sense of balance he falls easy, his hands scraping against rough grated concrete. The sting, the shock, the fear that puts pause on every nerve that tells him to run. What does he do instead? Buckle down and freeze in submission. This is what he gets, this WILL be the end of Doppo Kannonzaka he thinks!
" I don't KNOW ANYTHING I TOLD YOU! " Thugs, a plague here in Shinjuku. He was hounded all week by this one to suddenly 'remember' details he had no fucking idea about! How could he!? He didn't see the guy he was looking for! His brows turn up and he feels a vomit-inducing grimace upon his sweat dripped face. Scared ... he was SCARED! The leather shoe holds and pushes his face up as he pathetically pleads. " Please ... I already told you I didn't see his face! I-I was in the wrong place! WRONG TIME! "
