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[sociieties]

@soulsballad: aimi walks in and is about to tell shuji, but ran follows suit and easily wraps his arm around her head, his large palm clamping over her mouth. he wants to tell this story. " you might want to make an appointment with the doctors office, long neck. you're apparently still growing, " reluctantly, he lets the smaller woman go, ignoring the way she tuts in annoyance and storms off to sit down. " rindo's also apparently an alcoholic, but you know, details. one of that hanagaki takemichi's friends has been stalking us for info, and for some weird fucking reason he's learned that you're still growing. " concerning, really. " i give you another three years and you'll get moved into the zoo to live with the giraffes. "

the fact that any of this is happening not even five minutes after he’d woken up means that it’s happening far too soon. if not that aimi left alone and came back with those fucking idiot twins, then the fact that ran’s already annoyed aimi but trying to shut her up via suffocation or some shit. annoying bastard never knows when to stop, like when he carries on to tell him about himself and shuji only chooses to sit up as rindo shoves past his twin to get inside. “ what the fuck are you talking about, you creep? ” it’s more or less all he can bother asking, more so lost on how this was information ran could get his hands on, but the bastard proceeds to explain that it’s something someone else found out and he’s left with more questions. quiet for a moment, his attention turns towards rindo, who only shrugs, annoyed over something he doesn’t feel like pinning, then his full attention moves back to ran. “ and how the fuck would he know that? ” shifting, shuji finally forces himself upright, staring for a moment later before he turns to aimi, shit eating grin in tow. “ if that’s true, then aimi-chan might finally ditch your brother for me. ”

[ashrifts]

𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬ㅤ───ㅤa tactic he would've spent little thought in indulging once upon a time, when not even an army would have been enough to dethrone the haitanis' reign over roppongi, but now was more necessity than suggestion after a second couple of years behind bars.

without south's orders or knowledge, ran chooses to investigate the only other group who could meddle into rokuhara tandai's business now that brahman was becoming more than a persistent buzzing fly in their ears, kantou manji a rabid dog nipping at their heels. with the encouragement of ran's baton and the heel of his boot on its face, a little birdie had spilled from its mouth both blood on the pavement floor and the little rumor that a certain ex-member of the used-to-be toman had joined forces with mikey. who's to say that if one of the members of the old toman went crawling back to his old master, the rest of the bunch would not follow right after?

ran does not care about south's goals nor his pursuits for greater shows of strength, but he cares even less about losing again. he'll just take the chance to dispose of this isamu, if he finds him at his own home. let him be an example to the others of the fate that will befall them.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤso this was toman's famed nurse.ㅤ’ㅤㅤthough his smile is mild, head tilted sideways with gentle curiosity, his eyes display only cool amusement as he rolls his sleeve up to reveal the jagged journey of a dagger's blade from elbow to wrist, fair skin invisible beneath the blanket of fresh blood.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤwould she help an old friend of theirs, i wonder?ㅤ’

. * ›ㅤ@soulsballad !ㅤ( plotted starter )