"Eros stop it, you're making em cry" Zilévo pushed his asshole of a friend away and crouched down to the younger. "It's ok, my pretty crybaby." he patted the soft silky hair on top of the youngers head, creasing their soft checks and wiping the tears away. Moomin stood back watching the encounter as he stepped over the woman on the floor, not even bothering to look at her. In fact, he could care less. "now." "hand over the gun darling." Everyone has their flaws, secrets, desires and things they wish to keep hidden from the outside world. Even if it means to end another's life. Three yakuza gang members are in for the most intriguing moments of their life when they decide to help a runaway crybaby who stole their bag. (Poly relationship)