❝𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.❞
❝ 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩? ❞
Fighting. Fighting was the only thing that brought (Y/n) a sense of being alive in thi...
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╰┈─➤ ❝𝐁𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬
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Flipping the lighter open, (Y/n) switched it on as she neared the lit flame towards the end of the cigar, igniting it soon after as smoke floated up and around her figure as she inhaled deeply, haltingly drifting away from the lit cigar as she huffed out a ring of smoke, her finger tapping against the stick as ashes fluttered down upon the ground.
"Mitchy... just what the hell are ya' sayin'?" Staring straight ahead towards the determined Takemitchi, (Y/n) uncaring (e/c) eyes blazed perilously in the shadowy corner where she stood, her stance imposing yet sloppy as she dragged out another smoke with a tight line on her tender lips. Discarding the jittery feeling that started fluttering around his stomach when (Y/n) addressed his name, Takemitchi continued:
"I can't tell you how I know, but someone's secretly pulling the strings behind this conflict." Receiving his proclamation (Y/n) patted her cigar once more, watching as Pah jerked him by the hair as he flung him aside like a weightless rag doll with Takemitchi groaning in pain, rolling on the floor before stopping himself, holding his head in agony whilst grappling to get up.
"Ow..."
"Who the hell do you think you are? Right, Pah-chin?" Quizzing the lankier male in front of him, the man didn't seem fazed as Pah scowled down at the struggling Takemitchi with no other sentiments in his eyes but that of which were malice and disgust—with a drop of bloodlust. "Get lost. Say another word, and I'll murder you." Turning around to talk with his superiors, Pah dismissed the in-pain Takemitchi as he soothed his throbbing skull.
