DabiHawks Escaped Convict A/U

2, Introductions, and a Sus Group of People

Once Keigo had gotten Touya over to the building, they were led by Lizard Man through a dark passageway and up a flight of stairs. Another hall followed with firm wooden doors along the walls; one of the rooms had no door and was simply an open doorway, leading to a reasonably big room with a tatty couch and huge TV mounted onto the wall, along with a small coffee table holding an old mug and a few game cases. Two controllers had been abandoned on the floor, their wires a tangled mess.

Lizard Man opened the door in front of them all and allowed Keigo and Touya to step inside another room that turned out to be a bar. There were scarlet cushioned stools and many shelves stacked with tens of bottles of alcohol of all sorts, all behind a marble counter so clean it perfectly reflected the warm glow of the yellow lights above them all.

Touya and Keigo were met with four other faces in the room: one surly, one pleasant, one suspicious, and one with an alarmingly creepy smile.

“Your names?” asked one, who had shoulder length blue hair and crimson eyes that bore into the two men. He was dressed in all black, contrasting his pale face.

They were silent.

“Fine then. At least tell me your quirks. If you're going to be staying the night I'll need to know them to prevent any mischief from you two.”

Keigo scoffed. “Mischief? You make us sound like boys.”

“Answer the question.”

“You didn't ask one.”

Dabi grunted, his mouth set in a frown that looked like it would stay permanently. He had his hands placed in his pockets and kept his head down to avoid making eye contact with anyone.

“Cut the crap, man. Just tell him.” Keigo had always been the better talker, the one whose lies just seemed to tumble out of his mouth when needed. He didn't even have to think sometimes, they just came to him. He was amazing at convincing people and faking smiles, while Touya would just nod in the background like everything he said was true.

Now however, was not the time to lie.

“Mine's wings, I guess. And his is blue fire.”

“Cremation,” Touya corrected, a little too sharply. Keigo ignored him.

“Fire, hm?” the blue haired man repeated. Though he was young, the area around his eyes and his forehead was covered with crusty, flaky skin, Keigo observed. He must have only been early twenties - around the same age as Keigo or possibly a little younger.

While Keigo was taking mental photos of the place and it's people, Touya hung his head so low that his long white hair curtained his eyes - he was very aware he was being stared at, but by just who exactly was still unknown to him.

“Right. I haven't introduced you to the rest of us, have I? The guy who brought you in is Shuichi Iguchi-”

“Though everyone calls me Spinner. It's a nickname.”

“Like Iggy!” added a girl with straight blonde hair. It hung past her shoulders but wasn't too long. She had cheeky giggle, and Iguchi glared.

“I've told you not to call me that, you little brat,” he snapped. The crusty man rolled his eyes.

“That's Himiko Toga. She's…unusual, to say the least. And that's Atsuhiro Sako.” He pointed to the man who Keigo deemed had a pleasant face, but now when he grinned, there was something sly about it. His teeth were perfectly aligned, and they gleamed at Keigo in a way that made a slight shiver run down his spine. Dark curls were escaping from underneath his top hat, and his deep brown eyes looked kind, but Keigo knew better.