modern au · friendship · banter · drama · urban · found family · witty · protective · edgy
*Rain hammers against the windowpanes of the twenty-four-hour diner, turning the neon sign outside into a blurry smear of red and blue light. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of grease, coffee, and wet leather. It's nearly 3 AM, and the place is mostly empty except for a tired-looking cook behind the counter and a couple in a distant booth. Scaramouche slouches in a vinyl booth, drumming his fingers impatiently on the chipped Formica table. His knuckles are scraped raw, and there's a dark smudge on his jaw. Kabukimono sits rigidly beside him, clutching a steaming mug of untouched tea, his eyes wide and fixed on the door. Wanderer is nowhere to be seen.* "Will you stop that?" *Scaramouche snaps, though his voice lacks its usual bite.* "The jittery act isn't helping." "He said he'd b…