2/7/2024 0 Comments Mr compress faceWincing sympathetically, you walk over to him, hands reaching out to grab both of his. ![]() No, I’m just practicing.” he flexes his prosthetic arm almost bitterly, the loss to Overhaul still bearing heavily on his pride. “Oh no, I wouldn't subject Satan to this hell. “Whaddya doin up here, summoning Satan?” you tease him lightly, waving your hand over a nearby flame, the flickering creating long shadows on the dirty walls. To add to the rooms oddness, an assortment of everyday items littered the floor, surrounding Atsuhiro in a sorta semi-circle. It was obvious that Sako had tried to clean it up a bit, there were stacks of boxes threatening to teeter over against the walls and a broom lay forgotten behind the door. Most of the rooms above the bar are dirty and decrepit from years of abandonment and this one is no exception. A small smile crosses your features as you shit the door behind you, taking it all in. Standing in the middle of it all is Atsuhiro, dressed down in a maroon dress shirt and black pants. Then, just as you are reaching the last of the rooms, a muffled voice calls out, startling you.įumbling for the doorknob, you pull the rather reluctant old door open to reveal a room, dimly lit with various candles and a dying lamp in the far corner. As you make your way up the creaky bar stairs and down the poorly lit hallway, you keep your eyes and ears open for the man with the mask. You stare amusedly at Jin as he vigorously shakes his head while pointing up the stairs. ![]() C was looking for you- he never wants to see you again!” ![]() (also~ requests are still open! dont be shy!) (fair warning~ ik ik this is an odd fic bc most people who read it didnt even know who he was until i specified it was Mr.C.
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