[The place was dark. It smelled of stale and rotted wood. He could hear the scurry of rats rather than see them.
In the center of the room was a table with a single chair, and on the floor was a stained mattress. Kazutora would be standing facing away from him, hands also in the pockets of his Valhalla jacket.
When Baji would step in, he'd turn around with an unhinged smile, his eyes too wide as ever, gleaming yellow from the one flickering light above him.]
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Date: 2022-09-13 04:50 am (UTC)In the center of the room was a table with a single chair, and on the floor was a stained mattress. Kazutora would be standing facing away from him, hands also in the pockets of his Valhalla jacket.
When Baji would step in, he'd turn around with an unhinged smile, his eyes too wide as ever, gleaming yellow from the one flickering light above him.]
Welcome to Casa Kazu, Baji.