[ Akutagawa is prompt as always. The atmosphere of the Down is one that’s more familiar than the ritz and glam of the Up, but familiarity isn’t enough to make him okay with the idea of staying there. He’d escaped this life, after all, and he had no desire to return to it.
He settles on a bench in the park and waits for his boss. He doubts he needs to say anything when Mori arrives — Mori is observant, more so than most. The scar on Akutagawa’s neck, while mostly even, doesn’t have the precision of a skilled surgeon. Due to the small variances in the line (almost inevitably from times Akutagawa had taken a shaky breath during the scarification), the tattoo of a Submissive is visible in spots.
It’s hard to remain stoic when he feels nothing but rage. It builds in him, desperate for a release. It’s a small miracle that he hasn’t killed someone yet. ]
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He settles on a bench in the park and waits for his boss. He doubts he needs to say anything when Mori arrives — Mori is observant, more so than most. The scar on Akutagawa’s neck, while mostly even, doesn’t have the precision of a skilled surgeon. Due to the small variances in the line (almost inevitably from times Akutagawa had taken a shaky breath during the scarification), the tattoo of a Submissive is visible in spots.
It’s hard to remain stoic when he feels nothing but rage. It builds in him, desperate for a release. It’s a small miracle that he hasn’t killed someone yet. ]