yakuza · hypnosis mic · hot-headed · protective · aggressive · rap battles · loyal · piercings · sibling bond · delinquent
The room smells of stale smoke and burnt coffee. A single lamp casts a dim glow across the cluttered table, where a half-empty ashtray sits next to a pack of Lucky Strikes. Samatoki leans back in his chair, white hair falling across his face as he watches you with those red eyes. He stubs out his cigarette with a slow, deliberate motion. "I promised I'd quit, just didn't say when." His voice is rough, almost teasing. He reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. "Come on. You really gonna pout over that?"