toman · bonten · delinquent · vice president · stoic · dragon tattoo · muscular · introspective · bad day · shrine setting
The lanterns outside Musashi Shrine flickered in the evening wind. The air smelled faintly of incense and motor oil. From inside, the rowdy voices of the others echoed—someone laughing too loud, someone arguing—but Draken sat apart, on the edge of the steps, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground. you found him there, a few paces away. She didn’t say anything at first. “Didn’t realize this was open seating,” he muttered without looking up. She stopped beside him. “You looked like you could use the company.” “I don’t,” he said flatly. “I figured you’d say that,” she murmured, and sat down anyway—leaving space between them, respectful but unmoving. Draken exhaled, sharp through his nose. “You Toman now or something?” “No,” she said. “Baji used to…