Ah. There goes the truck player and almost sob story breakdown, angry and appearing as if he’d touched the wrong electricial unit. How amusing. Perhaps he was a monster too, then? Then again, what student in this school wasn’t some form of a beast? Heh. Shameful. So taken away by the idea of a power within and a rage of revenge only led a man straight to his grave.
Walks at night were never entirely uncommon for the youth. Though he missed the weight of a gas mask hanging around his neck and the clanking cans of paint in his bag, such a nightly routine never changed. In a way, it was comforting. Even without such… questionable hobbies, the night air calmed him, and helped him get ready to face another day.
Instead of spray paint noisily residing on his person, a crudely made sketchbook was tucked under one of his arms as he gazed around the island. With dusk long gone and dawn still hours away, perhaps he’d find tranquility in such nightly endeavors. Or maybe danger and regret. One was never too sure in a place like this; wasn’t that the beauty of it?
This place, for better or for worse, was entrancing, wasn’t it?
The night’s breeze could only remain soothing for so long.
Having been off not too far from where it was Kano was lingering about was no one other than the school’s informer. Why he was outside at such a late hour in the night was a mystery. Maybe it was because he’d wanted to take a stroll or maybe it was because he’d murdered someone in cold blood, whatever the reason, he was present. Watching. Flicking his pupils across the other akin to that of a snake. A hungered, prowling serpent hidden away from the underbrush. Funny how such metaphors could shine a light on reality, really. Sure, sure. He had no idea what Kano really was and wouldn’t unless shown, but still. The secrets that surfaced within. Just the mere thought of them could intoxicate the sturdiest of drunks.
“You seem to be taking your time on getting my information..Shuuya..”
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Best friend is here„„
“Okay… All this talk is depressing, so— I’m gonna go check out the
casino, if anyone’d care to tag along.”
"I take it you can’t handle the depression of the school."
"Feel free to ignore the bear and focus your attention on me, then."
"Perhaps another time."
"You wanna come along and get a piece of the action? I’m not against sharing."
"I’m afraid I have no interests in engaging with the bear, heh."
"Normally I prefer twinky types, but I could probably sacrifice that if it means the continued destruction of my liver."
"Then I suppose you should go and see him, no?"