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social_linked2017-07-21 10:16 pm
topgun_textiles) wrote in social_linked2017-07-21 10:16 pm
[Open!] The dark, and everything that comes with it
Kanji finished the last of his beer, and set the glass mug a little harder against the counter than he could have liked. With his bill paid and his bag up over his shoulder, he stood and ran his fingers through his dark hair.
"Arright... fuck it, I'm goin'a bed." His arm up to push aside the noren, he tread out of the restaurant and began the long, quiet journey back to his apartment. With his last midterms finished for the semester- god he hoped he did well- he could finally afford himself a little free time. But with his phone devoid of messages and knowing full well there wasn't gonna be jack shit on TV, Kanji found himself devoid of any real things to DO. ...Except enjoy some of what Tokyo had to offer. And beer. Hell, it was nice to not have whispering, stupid rumor hens cluckin' around and pissing him off. Nobody knew him here. There was a solace in it.
"But it's also boring as shit," he grumbled to himself. So this was what it was like to finally have something like friends, but then have them gone just like that. He missed the Junes meetings. He missed... fuck, everybody. But he knew they had things to do. Important--
The hairs stood on the back of his neck, and his shoulders tensed. Kanji turned, teeth grit. He could have sworn, for just a moment, that he saw movement down the alley. Too big to be a cat. Too weird to be a person. But if it was a person... Though his brain buzzed from the alcohol, he bared his teeth and tread into the alley. If someone was following him looking for trouble, boy, they fuckin' found it.
"Okay, ya piece of shit, we're gonna have a-... a... ayyyyoooowhatthefuck?" It was blobby. It had grabby hands. It had a mask. He hadn't seen shit like that in about five years-
Kanji's eyes sharpened when the... the what's it called, mugu? Moro? Maran? Sank into the concrete and seemingly disappeared. He rubbed his eyes furiously. That was a Shadow, an honest-to-shit Shadow! He drank too much. Holy crap, he drank WAY too much and got to reminiscing, and-
He stopped, hands lowered when he heard a sound. Maybe it was a cry for help, or one of surprise. Whatever it was, it had him hustling and forgetting about the booze in his system!
[ooc: Shadow time! Takes place at no particular "point" in the story, but Kanji can either lend you a hand or your characters encounter something nasty and meet up with someone else. World's your oyster. Just lemme know for the former.]
"Arright... fuck it, I'm goin'a bed." His arm up to push aside the noren, he tread out of the restaurant and began the long, quiet journey back to his apartment. With his last midterms finished for the semester- god he hoped he did well- he could finally afford himself a little free time. But with his phone devoid of messages and knowing full well there wasn't gonna be jack shit on TV, Kanji found himself devoid of any real things to DO. ...Except enjoy some of what Tokyo had to offer. And beer. Hell, it was nice to not have whispering, stupid rumor hens cluckin' around and pissing him off. Nobody knew him here. There was a solace in it.
"But it's also boring as shit," he grumbled to himself. So this was what it was like to finally have something like friends, but then have them gone just like that. He missed the Junes meetings. He missed... fuck, everybody. But he knew they had things to do. Important--
The hairs stood on the back of his neck, and his shoulders tensed. Kanji turned, teeth grit. He could have sworn, for just a moment, that he saw movement down the alley. Too big to be a cat. Too weird to be a person. But if it was a person... Though his brain buzzed from the alcohol, he bared his teeth and tread into the alley. If someone was following him looking for trouble, boy, they fuckin' found it.
"Okay, ya piece of shit, we're gonna have a-... a... ayyyyoooowhatthefuck?" It was blobby. It had grabby hands. It had a mask. He hadn't seen shit like that in about five years-
Kanji's eyes sharpened when the... the what's it called, mugu? Moro? Maran? Sank into the concrete and seemingly disappeared. He rubbed his eyes furiously. That was a Shadow, an honest-to-shit Shadow! He drank too much. Holy crap, he drank WAY too much and got to reminiscing, and-
He stopped, hands lowered when he heard a sound. Maybe it was a cry for help, or one of surprise. Whatever it was, it had him hustling and forgetting about the booze in his system!
[ooc: Shadow time! Takes place at no particular "point" in the story, but Kanji can either lend you a hand or your characters encounter something nasty and meet up with someone else. World's your oyster. Just lemme know for the former.]
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He needed to ask about that, really.
"Yeah, yeah... er... ya got any gum or somethin'? I was drinkin' and I probably smell like a bar..."
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With another wag of his tail, the wolf politely bows. Despite lacking a mouth, one can almost feel a bright look in his face, as if smiling up at the human. "As I mentioned earlier, I am anti-shadow unit model 'Kohaku.' You may refer to me as Kohaku or Koh if you wish. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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He wasn't going to have a repeat of Inaba.
He hunkered down. "Well... I'm Kanji. And y'know what? You've been a damn good boy, Koh. C'mere."
Because metallic or fluffy, Kanji still wanted to pet the doggo for his hard work. He beat up a lot of shadows and was pretty friendly despite it. Though there was no fluff to ruffle, he could still stroke the head and give a pat.
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He likes receiving pets, okay. He is a simple doggo with simple needs and servicing a group of people however necessary is worth it for pettings like this.