kurosaki mafuyu ([personal profile] buncho) wrote in [community profile] repeter 2017-04-23 01:57 am (UTC)

[ It's been set on fire or something before... this little flower shop has seen a lot.

Mafuyu, having grown up in this city, recognizes where he's leading her and where that will take them, and so clamps her mouth shut in order to run and not look back, eyes focused on Ruiji's back, that leather jacket, and crap. She really should be running the other way, if she were to stop and think about it, but despite being scared out of her wits, it's the gang life that always held some admiration from her, if only for moments like this that adrenaline junkies yearn for. If it were just surviving, they should split up. That would be the best course of action here, and yet she stays hot on his heels, step by step through the alleyway.

It's there, buildings on either side blocking the wind and much of the rain, that she can see his arm bleed... He did that for her. And so, angrily, Mafuyu reaches out to grab his wrist and yank him back hard enough to stop and hiss at him— ]


Do something about that arm of yours before you give us away!

[ There's no point in running when you're leaving a bloody trail right to them, come on!! ]

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