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Teru Mikami feat. faceless in public
“You’re staring.” The blonde noted; tone indifferent much like the look on her face. Suspicion ran as deep as paranoia within her; the idea of her existence being acknowledged was enough to warrant displeasure.
“Alright, very well. I’ll see what I can do.” Teru Mikami hanged up his phone. He normally didn’t take any business matters through the phone (he reserved that for more private information, like transferring information to God), but the urgency of this man was worrisome. He needed someone who could represent him in a complicated case of identity theft, and Mikami accepted. It was a serious crime, and that thief deserved to go to jail.
Mikami was so concentrated on his phone call that he never noticed what was in front of him, or rather, who. A blonde woman was looking straight at him, and he couldn’t determine what she was feeling. Did he make her uncomfortable or why was she making that expression?
“Excuse me, may I help you?” He said politely, calmer than usual.
Crime themed starter sentences
Includes drug and violence tw, a mix of which muse is the criminal, if not both.
“Your mother would be ashamed of you.”
“C’mon, the cops are stupid, they’ll never catch us.”
“The car’s a piece of junk anyway, they’re not gonna miss it.”
“Carry on the way you’re going and you’re gonna end up in prison.”
“I’m not that much of a scumbag, I don’t steal from old ladies.”
“One last score, then we’re out of the game, what do you say?”
“I’m only doing this because I need to pay my dealer.”
“Prison? Occupational hazard.”
“They pissed me off, I made sure they won’t be walking for a while, no biggie.”
“So you’re a drug runner or a drug dealer?”
“Prison ain’t too bad, you’ve got a bed and they feed you.”
“I get all tingly when you break into cars like that.”
“I do it for the thrill – and to fund my drug habit.”
“Did you kill him/her?”
“I never meant to hurt anyone!”
“I needed the money, what else could I do.”
“We grew up around criminals, of course we became them.”
“What kind of example are you setting for your kids?”
“I grew up, you probably should too.”
“He had it coming.”
“I just gave him his final warning.”
“I’m calling the cops!”
“I’m passionate about two things, bank robbery and you.”
“I’m a street rat, but I’m good at it.”
“Dealing in an alley, classy as ever.”
“If you don’t have my money, you know I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
“Bonny and Clyde made this look so much more glamorous.”
“One day we’ll be rich and we won’t have to do this anymore.”
“That’s not your wallet is it?”
“So I got in a fight, they owed me money.”
I need to interact with Misas, tbh. Misa annoying Mikami. Ha.
The first step to any Murdering Your God’s Enemies In Secluded Abandoned Warehouses…. ….is a fun road trip on public transit.
We all knew puberty was kind to Mikami, but DAAAMN
"Why?"
His eyes narrowed at the criminal. “What do you want?”
“Only if you want to” Beyond replied.
“I didn’t mean that to be agreeable, I just want you out.”
where is teru mikami is he ok??? is he safe??? please bring back my boi
Unexpected Messages
Kiyomi reread the texts and then sighed. Of course Teru would worry about something so trivial.
[Text] Everything is alright Teru, you are worrying too much.
[Text] If anything goes wrong, I will tell you.
[Text] He is rather busy, dealing with the detective. You cannot expect him to be ready to jump for you.
[Text] We jump for him.
[Text] Right, but one can not be too unkempt about God.
[Text] Would it be okay to discuss this further? At lunch?
"Why?"
His eyes narrowed at the criminal. “What do you want?”
“Such as?”
“Not dealing with you.” He said curtly. “Should I walk you out?”
(source)
"Why?"
His eyes narrowed at the criminal. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know, I kinda like it here”
“Too bad, I have other important things to do.”
"Why?"
His eyes narrowed at the criminal. “What do you want?”
“I guess I just had to tell someone”
“And since you are done, you will leave now, right?”
Unexpected Messages
This was of no surprise for her, but then again, Teru only called upon her when it pertained to a certain man they both shared an interest in, to needing help. It was never much of a surprise when he asked for a favor.
[Text] What is with the formalities? We are friends after all.
[Text] What is this favor that you need?
He went straight to the point.
[Text] It’s about God, I’m deeply worried about him.
[Text] I find it odd that he hasn’t given you any instructions for me.
[Text] Don’t tell me something is wrong.
Unexpected Messages
Her cellphone chimed in her designer purse, the latest and greatest model yet, as her hips swayed, swishing from left to right. Curiosity peaked before she reached in to see the message.
[Text] Well, well look what the cat dragged in. What is it that you need?
Teru Mikami had a small predicament. He hadn’t received any response from God, and it was getting frustrating. What was taking him so long? The only person who might have a definite answer was Takada.
[Text] Takada-san, I know this is sudden, but I need a favor from you.
She stared at him as she raised a brow. He was certainly an odd man, a handsome man, but that didn't change that he was willing to help Kira. "So Mr. Mikami, how is it in a prison cell? If you help me, I can get you into a psychiatric ward."
He recognized this young woman, but only vaguely. In fact, most of his memories were clouded and disorienting. The only thing clear was it was her fault that he was here. She did this, she ruined him his life forever.
"I don’t feel like trusting you," He said hoarsely, last night’s screaming still affecting his voice. "I’m not a mockery, miss."
Near sighed as she pulled a curl. “Mr. Mikami, you are here because you committed many crimes. But I know that you were not alone. I can get the death penalty off the table, and I can get you into a mental health facility.” She spoke calmly.
He didn’t picture himself was someone who committed crimes, this was a horrible mistake, he was righteous. And yet, why couldn’t he remember anything at all? He remembered someone giving him orders, but . . . that was it.
Was I really capable of acting like a criminal?
He looked down at the floor, wincing as he tried to search for anything in his mind. Still nothing. “By any chance, was I framed? Was I under the influence of something?” Because he just couldn’t picture it. But there most be a justified reason why he was here in the first place.