[...yikes. A place straight outta hell-- ...well, literally, yeah.
Baji had long since taken off his own Valhalla jacket, firstly because that shit was ironic in the underworld, and secondly because it gave him a bad taste in his mouth when he was around Mikey. It just didn't work anymore, now that everyone had read ahead. Figured he'd be a few chapters behind, huh?
He'd opted for just his tank top and tee, casual. He didn't have his Toman jacket with him. Sorry to Mitsuya; that stitching had been impeccable, but on the bright side, least he hadn't gotten blood on it.
Around his neck though, hanging on a leather string, was the brown-spattered "Traffic Safety" charm, worn as a necklace. That's how Mikey had been wearing it, before he'd returned to to Baji like this. Put it right over his head and heart.
...There was no shying away from that with Kazutora now. He didn't know what Kazutora remembered, but hopefully he'd find it in himself to remember Baji would never betray him either. Not Mikey, not him. Not really, not ever.]
Kasa...?
[Umbrella? Wasn't 'kasa' umbrella in Japanese--? Did the kanji have another reading??? Holy shit he didn't even speak his own language?????
Shaking his head to clear it of that stress-- whatever, they could have a vocab lesson later-- he'd rub his temple with the heel of his hand and take a deep breath.]
...it smells like rain water and shit in here, Tora. We should get you someplace warmer.
[Mikey had asked him to bring Kazutora back to them. He'd try.]
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Date: 2022-09-15 12:22 am (UTC)Baji had long since taken off his own Valhalla jacket, firstly because that shit was ironic in the underworld, and secondly because it gave him a bad taste in his mouth when he was around Mikey. It just didn't work anymore, now that everyone had read ahead. Figured he'd be a few chapters behind, huh?
He'd opted for just his tank top and tee, casual. He didn't have his Toman jacket with him. Sorry to Mitsuya; that stitching had been impeccable, but on the bright side, least he hadn't gotten blood on it.
Around his neck though, hanging on a leather string, was the brown-spattered "Traffic Safety" charm, worn as a necklace. That's how Mikey had been wearing it, before he'd returned to to Baji like this. Put it right over his head and heart.
...There was no shying away from that with Kazutora now. He didn't know what Kazutora remembered, but hopefully he'd find it in himself to remember Baji would never betray him either. Not Mikey, not him. Not really, not ever.]
Kasa...?
[Umbrella? Wasn't 'kasa' umbrella in Japanese--? Did the kanji have another reading??? Holy shit he didn't even speak his own language?????
Shaking his head to clear it of that stress-- whatever, they could have a vocab lesson later-- he'd rub his temple with the heel of his hand and take a deep breath.]
...it smells like rain water and shit in here, Tora. We should get you someplace warmer.
[Mikey had asked him to bring Kazutora back to them. He'd try.]