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Who 🎆 Fukuda Tamotsu and Saito Sejima
What 🎆 World's most suspicious invitation to hang out.
When 🎆 Late July, nighttime
Where 🎆 A (shady and obviously suspicious!) back alley in the outskirts of Enma
Content Warnings 🎆 General weirdness and creepiness, blood, mentions of murder, with a possible sprinkle of violence. Will update as necessary.

[Saito arrives at the dimly lit alley (handpicked by himself) a couple of minutes before the appointed time (which he also one-sidedly decided), in order to carry out preparations to surprise his vict—or rather, senior. The preparations are simple though, basically consisting of hiding under the night sky's natural cloak of darkness in the equally narrow alley across the street. Until the other man shows up — assuming he will.

The air between the buildings there carries a trace of fetidness, its omnipresence making it hard to tell exactly where it comes from. And while it momentarily makes him forget the scent of blood (and perhaps something more) coming from his own clothes, it's not exactly a welcome change. Partly due to the more malodorous nature of the former, and partly because he thinks almost fondly of the the latter; seeing it as merely a reminder of the overwhelming high he had the (lucky) chance of experiencing earlier at work.

The leftovers of which still fill him with an improper sense of happiness, even now. In fact, it can be said to be one of the two reasons he reciprocated the other man's abrupt interest to meet. The other is...

Well, it'll happen eventually. Or so he hopes, and waits with contained enthusiasm.]

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[It does! Fukuda is fairly prompt, he might've gotten a little distracted talking to one of his many beloved coworkers on his way out of work, or something to that extent, but thanks to his dog senses, the stink of the alley is especially pungent, and he wrinkles his noses a bit as he trots up.

However, it also means he's able to get a bead on who he's meeting before he actually gets eyes on him, which the smell of blood overlaying it only making sense because well Saito is bit messy, in Fukuda's experience. And that's just fine.]

Ah, Sejima-san, is that you? I didn't realize that was your username!
[Wag wag, seemingly entirely unguarded as he closes the distance.]

[Fukuda's perceptive nose might have spoiled the surprise, but! What his nose probably can't pick up is that the man he sounds delighted to meet is armed with a knife.]

Wow, you figured it out. That's quite sharp of you...

[Lunging himself at the taller man in a swift motion, Saito pins him to the one of the walls surrounding them, using both his own weight and arm to restrain his senior's movements. A crazed smile taints his features as he lifts his armed hand to Fukuda's neck, bringing the blade of the knife to rest against the sensitive flesh of the man's throat. Saito chuckles as he leans in, voice a velvety whisper.]

... But also pretty stupid. Your carelessness could cost you your life, you know?

[Of course this is mostly a bluff. A prank he wanted to try out, given the opportunity. The intention is very much real, though, and it's the high risk of consequences, not his (semblance of a) relationship with the other man that stops him from following through with the threat.]

[Well on the one hand, as a bottom, he's really not opposed to being roughly pinned to the wall. Really, the knife to the through could even be exciting to him, in the right contexts. But as much as he likes Saito so far, he is not a Trusted Friend, so it is less fun! He is pretty sure that Saito isn't actually planning on killing him, but it is part of a recurring Pattern Of Behavior that he has noticed.

He has to make sure he's solidly got his position as senpai, you know? He doesn't have many people he can call his kouhai in the department.]

Hahaha, well, I could smell you. But I think you should be careful too. I mean, you know full well that people are often not exactly what they seem, right?
[Fukuda comes off as stupid. He acts like a blithe, happy go lucky guy, an naive optimist. But he knows how terrible people are. He's fully aware that most people are ill-intentioned. He just chooses to ignore it most of the time. And be prepared when things go south. Most people in the Department are well aware that Fukuda only brings his drill with him on patrol shifts. But what they don't know is he isnt actually unarmed the rest of the time.

Saito will discover this himself when Fukuda jabs the detached drill bit he keeps in his pocket partway into the meat of his thigh. Surprise!]

[Saito has seen what kind of deeds the other man is truly capable of, but his half-intoxicated mind was so fixated the prospect of a second burst of happiness, he completely disregarded the possibility of a counter-attack. Cue his face contorting into an annoyed wince when the surprise literally pierces into the soft flesh under fabric, pain rapidly spreading from where it sunk. His free hand immediately darts to grab the fingers along with the slim piece of metal between them; he doesn't even have to spare a glance to guess what Fukuda stabbed him with.

Saito grips the hilt of his knife with renewed force, pressing the sharp edge into the front of Fukuda's neck in retaliation. Not deeply enough to completely slit any major blood vessels, but enough to break the skin and allow a trace of blood to surface.]

If you want to make us equals, you're trying to drill a hole in the wrong place.

[In Saito's defense, it's easy to forget since Fukuda generally carries himself with the energy of a guy incapable of doing anything to anyone. When the knife presses into his skin, his breath catches with a wince, but he honestly... still doesn't look that upset or alarmed? He actually laughs a little, though he's careful not to move much.]

Haha, I thought this was just your preferred method of greeting, Sejima-san. Since you put the knife to my throat.
[It's what they call a serial killer handshake!!]

[He would rather it were a one-sided greeting, thank you very much! Though now Saito has a perfectly reasonable excuse to miss (the boring half of work that is) patrolling work for a day or two. And have the blame for this fall on his dear senpai, no less.

But it still doesn't make the experience of having a thigh perforated any pleasurable. The happiness chemicals still coursing through him are probably what's preventing him from returning the favor in the same coin... or worse.

If Fukuda offers no resistance, Saito will yank the drill from his senior's fingers, then toss it at the general direction of some piled up trash bags, where it belongs.]

How about I greet you with a bullet to your head next time? You'll get a new hole and I'll get to enjoy some fireworks. It'll be a win-win for us both.

[RUDE... HIS PRECIOUS DRILL BIT. His enthusiasm is finally fading a bit because it seems he doesn't understand what's happening after all!!!]

Um, I'd rather you not. The one hole is fine for me.
[The fact that he'd die is besides the point.]

I don't know why you're mad, Sejima-san. What were you expecting from me if it wasn't that?

["Rude" is trying to drill a hole into someone's thigh just because they pulled a knife on you!! Speaking of which, with Fukuda's trash out of the way, Saito can resume his handiwork — and the main reason he's here in the first place. In an unhurried and unfaltering movement, he traces a line upwards from the taller man's neck, running the pointed tip of the knife along the underside of his jaw, as if in a mocking caress.]

I thought you'd let your instincts get the better of you once again, and pounce on me out of excitement if I hadn't stopped you.

[Obviously a lie. But for what it's worth, Saito did notice the waggy tail earlier...]

Or could it be that you were planning to use that drill on my head after you knocked me off my feet? Because you enjoy killing by drilling holes into your victims' skulls?

[Fukuda's chin will be tipped up slightly for added effect before the knife is finally brought down. Phew.]

[Well. After what Saito saw the other day, he can hardly claim to not be a hole drilling murderer. But while he can't PROVE anything, he doesn't exactly think Saito is particularly anti-murder himself. So maybe it's fine?]

Mm... In the past, maybe I would have tried something like that. But it's not that I enjoy killing. It's just that people kept dying when I drilled holes in their head. The hole helps, if you survive.
[You know. Normal things to say.]

But I think now it doesn't work unless you want the hole. So I'll only drill holes if people want me to... Or if they attack me first like the other day, I guess.

[Imagine how the world would react if Saito ever tried to justify his killing addiction with an excuse like Fukuda's, "it's just that people keep dying when I kill them!"...]

I'm having a really hard time believing any of that. The hole you forced in my thigh is hardly helping anything, besides making it hurt by doing as much as standing.

[Unexpectedly normal things are said (accusingly) in response to not-so-normal things.]

Oh, well that wasn't that sort of hole! It's not going to do anything if it's not in your head. I just thought violence was something you liked, Sejima-kun.

[Well. He's not entirely wrong? Both of them making valid points here actually.]

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SO LATE ugh sorry

its fine I'm often late as well