[ maybe it's karma, maybe it's bad luck, maybe it's just pure coincidence -- because it's like the one time that namae is actually minding his own business and not really looking for a fight, the trouble finds him, instead. first the business with the casino, and now the impending conflict he's about to walk into.
still in the same suit spattered with blood, still with the same half-undone die hanging about his neck like a noose, namae's making his way down the street with a mostly-empty bottle of whiskey in hand. at least he still has the booze left. prissy high-class establishments always make him feel bitter, anyway -- the alcohol's managed to lift his mood, though, and he feels pleasantly lethargic as he starts heading back to his 'home.'
the huge dog padding behind him perks up first, and namae follows suit quickly enough, raising his head at the sight of the figure up ahead. one eyebrow raised, because his instincts tell him that something's a little off, here. thought that doesn't necessarily means his movements are stopping at all. ]
still in the same suit spattered with blood, still with the same half-undone die hanging about his neck like a noose, namae's making his way down the street with a mostly-empty bottle of whiskey in hand. at least he still has the booze left. prissy high-class establishments always make him feel bitter, anyway -- the alcohol's managed to lift his mood, though, and he feels pleasantly lethargic as he starts heading back to his 'home.'
the huge dog padding behind him perks up first, and namae follows suit quickly enough, raising his head at the sight of the figure up ahead. one eyebrow raised, because his instincts tell him that something's a little off, here. thought that doesn't necessarily means his movements are stopping at all. ]
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