#;npc: ramil

[guhamun]

@caemthe said (inbox):

[ cú ] It took him a while to realize, but... Yuyu and Rami made a good pair, didn't they? As different as the two men are, they get along just fine, which made him wonder... "So are you two dating?" The punk asked one day at random. Before he could even get a proper answer, he turned to Ramil and said: "Thank you for taking care of Jianyu. I know he may appear a little prickly at first, but he's actually very sweet and kind. I used to worry all the time for him when I was a kid since he was more of a loner, but now I'm relieved that he found someone special." How touching...

JIANYU HAD BEEN IN the middle of a drink when Cu, out of nowhere, blurted that out. He choked, spiting the liquid back into his glass and coughing. Ramil took that randomness far better than himself, the other just as taken aback, yet far quicker to snap out of his surprise than his partner. Bursting into a loud fit of laughter that was so easily drowned out by the music of Afterlife, he grinned widely, eyes twinkling with both amusement and mischief. ❝No, no, we’re not dating. I asked this guy out once and he nearly cut my head clean off my shoulders!❞ Laughing a little more, he could practically feel Jianyu’s eyes burning into his skin in all its searing glory. ❝Kidding, kidding!❞ Holding up both hands, in a peace gesture, he watched Jianyu glower and grumble and pushing his glass forward to order another drink. When the ‘danger’ had passed, only then did he go back to his conversation with Cu. ❝Well, not so much about the near head chopping off thing. There’s a story behind that, but that’s for another day. Maybe when I’m a little less sober so I can really make the story ten times more exciting.❞

     Leaning against the counter, he hummed a little at Cu’s next words, a nod of agreement offered. ❝Oh, yes, I know that very well. Jianyu here intimidated the hell out of me.❞ Glancing over at the other, he bumped his shoulder against the merc, though Jianyu gave no indication of care aside from continuing with his new drink. ❝This guy gave off those killer vibes. He wasn’t someone acting tough. I could tell from the beginning that this man, if he wanted, could really kill me. Buuut…❞ pausing, he waved at the waitress, grinning once again and asking her sweetly for a refill before she scoffed and smiled, turning to prepare the mix he had ordered previously. ❝Talking to him, I learned I had a higher chance of a Maelstrom shooting at me for breathing weird in their direction than him wanting to cut me to pieces.❞

     ❝I’ll kill you right now, you shit.❞

     ❝And get banned from this lovely establishment? At least try to give a better threat in front of our young friend here.❞ Drink placed down in front of him once again, Rami gave his thanks with a wink to the waitress before resuming his conversation with a certain very…shamelessly curious punk. ❝Anyway, you gotta have someone you can trust in this shithole city of ours, right? Live as long as guys like us in this biz, you reach a point where you can pretty much tell who’s going to potentially try and backstab you, and who’s ride or die. Most of the time, at least.❞ An emphasis on ‘most’, considering.