[ it's a bit funny, in his opinion, how things don't change even in hell. it's almost like he never left, really, if it weren't for the horns and tails and what-have-you. it's still a bit hard to swallow basically being shoved in the plot of a manga.
more importantly, he's staring down a three-pair, all shiny leather and masks to accompany the tap-tap of the ringleader's pipe on the ground. sure, most people would maybe appreciate the chance to earn some street cred with these factions or whatever, but mitsuya is not quite most people. he's already got a name on his back, so he's not quite eager to appeal to others. if mitsuya there's a chance to avoid a fight, then he'd honestly rather not bother.
they, however, do not appreciate their offer being turned down. something something shuten power struggles, and he's preparing to sidestep and continue on his way before a hand comes down around his arm-
and mitsuya decks the guy in the face, pipe clattering to the ground as he hits the floor ass-first with an unflattering noise. ]
I said not interested. You need me to say it again?
[ one on three...well, he's honestly had worse odds thus far. ]
▶ ( CROSS-STITCH )
[ naturally, scraps have their downsides. the bruises, the aches, and of course- the tattered clothes. he tugs at a newfound hole in his pants, one in his shirt, and mitsuya sighs so softly you wouldn't guess he was just throwing hands. naturally, this is an easy enough fix, but a quick pat proves the backup sewing kit he keeps on hand outside of fights is missing.
he's got a bit of cash left, however, so. ]
Hey.
[ yeah, you. either you just dragged yourself out of a fight yourself, or just had an unfortunate accident- either way, you're sporting some similar holes. mitsuya eyes them for a second, before looking up. ]
You know where I could find a fabric store? Or anywhere I can get a sewing kit. I'll fix ya up, in exchange.
▶ ( MANHUNT )
[ that, he thinks, is a lot of money.
then again, some people will not hesitate to pay any price for the ones they love...or something like that, because the way this guy acts just doesn't sit right with him, makes his lips twinge downwards in a frown and his shoe tap impatiently on the floor.
it's not really his fight, not his person to protect, but his wallet is empty and if it means dragging someone out of a conflict they don't belong in? sure. why not. if anything, he feels a bit of pity, seeing as how whoever that girl is is probably just collateral damage.
weapons, though...hard pass. he brushes past them, past the eager hands trying to show them off, and eyes up the protective gear instead. they called that place the wastelands, right...? ]
If they're pushing survival gear, it's probably pretty rough out there, huh? [ acting like it's going to be like a rough camping trip in the wilderness, or something. he picks up an undershirt, branded as particularly durable and sweat-wicking, casting a glance towards the nearest person. ] Half these people are gonna bog themselves down carrying ten tons of weapons, then it's just gonna go to shit.
▶ ( WILDCARD )
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I'll pass.
[ it's a bit funny, in his opinion, how things don't change even in hell. it's almost like he never left, really, if it weren't for the horns and tails and what-have-you. it's still a bit hard to swallow basically being shoved in the plot of a manga.
more importantly, he's staring down a three-pair, all shiny leather and masks to accompany the tap-tap of the ringleader's pipe on the ground. sure, most people would maybe appreciate the chance to earn some street cred with these factions or whatever, but mitsuya is not quite most people. he's already got a name on his back, so he's not quite eager to appeal to others. if mitsuya there's a chance to avoid a fight, then he'd honestly rather not bother.
they, however, do not appreciate their offer being turned down. something something shuten power struggles, and he's preparing to sidestep and continue on his way before a hand comes down around his arm-
and mitsuya decks the guy in the face, pipe clattering to the ground as he hits the floor ass-first with an unflattering noise. ]
I said not interested. You need me to say it again?
[ one on three...well, he's honestly had worse odds thus far. ]
▶ ( CROSS-STITCH )
[ naturally, scraps have their downsides. the bruises, the aches, and of course- the tattered clothes. he tugs at a newfound hole in his pants, one in his shirt, and mitsuya sighs so softly you wouldn't guess he was just throwing hands. naturally, this is an easy enough fix, but a quick pat proves the backup sewing kit he keeps on hand outside of fights is missing.
he's got a bit of cash left, however, so. ]
Hey.
[ yeah, you. either you just dragged yourself out of a fight yourself, or just had an unfortunate accident- either way, you're sporting some similar holes. mitsuya eyes them for a second, before looking up. ]
You know where I could find a fabric store? Or anywhere I can get a sewing kit. I'll fix ya up, in exchange.
▶ ( MANHUNT )
[ that, he thinks, is a lot of money.
then again, some people will not hesitate to pay any price for the ones they love...or something like that, because the way this guy acts just doesn't sit right with him, makes his lips twinge downwards in a frown and his shoe tap impatiently on the floor.
it's not really his fight, not his person to protect, but his wallet is empty and if it means dragging someone out of a conflict they don't belong in? sure. why not. if anything, he feels a bit of pity, seeing as how whoever that girl is is probably just collateral damage.
weapons, though...hard pass. he brushes past them, past the eager hands trying to show them off, and eyes up the protective gear instead. they called that place the wastelands, right...? ]
If they're pushing survival gear, it's probably pretty rough out there, huh? [ acting like it's going to be like a rough camping trip in the wilderness, or something. he picks up an undershirt, branded as particularly durable and sweat-wicking, casting a glance towards the nearest person. ] Half these people are gonna bog themselves down carrying ten tons of weapons, then it's just gonna go to shit.
▶ ( WILDCARD )
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