like broken records; TOKREV/OC

9. First Act

NOW PLAYING: REAL MEN
BY MITSKI

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SHE sat in the far back, listening to Mikey's voice as she scribbled down on paper. It wasn't easy, suddenly getting coddled by a bunch of middle-school gangsters. You're not meant to listen, but you're also meant to stay close.

It's been less than a month since the whole Foam-breaking thing. She still can't get over the heartbreak. Still, the gang was close to repaying her in full.

Now she sits in a closed-off warehouse, writing secret notes on her sketchpad while pretending to draw. She's got all the information they wouldn't want her to have in her hands. I mean, what else would she have done? She's got nothing to do right now, and she lacks inspiration.

Something about fighting Moebius on the third of August. She'd definitely be there---also since she's going with the pretty silver haired boy.

"Are you all right back there?"

She looked up.

Draken had called her attention, raising a brow. He looked as if he was about to punt her into next Tuesday, but she'd been hovering around them for enough time to know he may look like a bitch, but he isn't really a bitch. He's just a semi-bitch, sometimes.

All she did was nod, going back to pretending to draw.

She didn't say even one word to them ever since they said for her to stick around for this meeting. It soured on her heart and showed on her face with a frown. She just realised it now. I hope Pah and Peh don't think I'm rude.

"What do you think?" Mikey's familiar voice chimed. She looked back up, only to see his friendly face. At least, to her, he was friendly.

"About what?" she replied, tilting her head.

The small blond gestured between Draken, himself, Pah, and Peh. "The Moebius situation."

"I think you should kill Osanai."

"Exactly!" Peh pointed at her, nodding in approval. "See?! Glasses agrees!!"

"My name is---"

BAM!

Her eyes flickered to the blond with an updo waltzing into the warehouse.

Oh! She smiled and waved him over.

Takemichi Hanagaki entered the building.

"What is it, Takemitchy?" Mikey mused, a faint smile dancing along his lips. Draken huffed, "We're in the middle of something."

"Fuck off, shithead," Peh barked, and she couldn't help but sigh. Poor guy.

Takemitchy's eyes flashed, locking with hers for a split second, and she sensed wariness from his soul, only magnified by his blue irises.

"I need you to stop the conflict with Moebius," Takemitchy said. Rather bold of him to talk so demandingly with members of Toman. "Some shit's about to go down after this, and I don't want it to happen. I'll explain---if you'll let me---"