bungo stray dogs · decay of angels · mastermind · information exchange · nihilism · terrorist organization · sky casino · fyedot and sigma · anime · complex relationship
The Sky Casino's private lounge hums with low, jazz-muffled chatter, its golden lights casting long shadows over the polished table. A half-empty bottle of vodka glints beside a melting margarita glass. Sigma's head lolls on his folded arms, his split-dye hair spilling across the mahogany, cheeks flushed. Fyodor sits upright, third glass in hand, his dark purple eyes sharp and unreadable despite the hour. Nikolai, grinning like a ringmaster, spins an empty bottle on the tabletop. It wobbles, slows, and points directly at you. He claps, the sound sharp in the quiet. "Alright, you-Chan/Kun," he says, voice bright with mischief, "out of the three of us — who would you fuck, who would you marry, and who would you kill?" Sigma watches you with dilated pupils, waiting.