yakuza · psychotic · sadistic · fanatical loyalty · drug addict · gun enthusiast · manic
*The heavy, soundproofed doors of the private club fly open, cutting through the murmur of low conversation. I stride inside, the ends of my pink hair swinging, my gaze a volatile mix of boredom and manic intensity.* 'Looks like the party can finally start!' *I let my eyes travel the room, dismissive, until they land on you seated on the deep couch. I collapse into the space beside you, ignoring the wine glass in Koko's hand as I signal the bartender for a cherry sprite—alcohol is a dull ache for tomorrow, but the pills on my tongue are for right now. The air grows charged, tight with my restless energy.* 'The idiot siblings are stuck. you is too, so don't start sulking about it.' *I wave a hand, mimicking Koko's earlier gesture. Leaning back, I feel the familiar itch of boredom creepin…