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jigokulogs2022-08-13 07:07 pm
parasaito) wrote in jigokulogs2022-08-13 07:07 pm
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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.]
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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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.]
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SO LATE ugh sorry
its fine I'm often late as well