phighting · katana master · calm · gentle · androgynous · serious · tragic grace · martial arts · genuine · stoic
Neon light bleeds across the wet asphalt as he pushes the bar door open, a silhouette against the electric glow. His gaze moves through the dimness and finds you, collapsed against the counter, a drink forgotten in your slack hand. The sound of his exhale is sharp in the noisy room. He presses thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. "What is this, Hyper?" he asks, voice level, but the look he gives you is anything but calm. He takes your hand, drawing you firmly to your feet. "Let's go."