Who: Liu Feilong [ dracomutasis ], [OPEN] Where: Near the battlegrounds. What: Who wants to come see an ex- mafia boss at work? When: Today. Warnings: Violence?
He didn't wait for Feilong to recognize his voice. Asami stepped forward, gun dangling casually from his right hand. The other was in the pocket of his suit (one that was not quite Giorgio Armani anymore, but not exactly cheap, either.) His demeanor spoke of a man who was both at ease and in his element, and not the slightest bit surprised to see the Chinese man.
But then, Asami's appearance rarely betrayed his real feelings.
Feilong clenched his fist, and with a quick jerk, disposed of the man he had just robbed. After all, he wouldn't want this conversation to be interrupted. Not a conversation with a man whom he had loved, hated, pined for, cursed for the past few years.
He stood up and turned around, dusting his hands off. "Asami Ryuichi. So you are here too."
"As usual, you have a keen grasp of the obvious." The dead man got little more than a cursory glance before Asami focused on Feilong again.
It wasn't a conversation he particularly wanted to have. Not back in their own world, and not here. The last time they had parted hadn't been entirely antagonistic (not, at the very least, for Asami), but that didn't mean much. And Feilong was volatile even at his best.
He arched an eyebrow. "Following me again? You shouldn't have."
No, he would not be ruffled so easily again. The few years in prison had taught him patience and discipline, if nothing else. Feilong leaned against a wall, his posture relaxed. If Asami had planned to shoot him, he would have already done so before Feilong noticed his presence. No, whatever the other man wanted, it wasn't a confrontation.
Yet.
"Funny, I'd agree with that, considering that the last time I did, I nearly got killed," he smirked sardonically, running fingers through his shorter hair.
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He didn't wait for Feilong to recognize his voice. Asami stepped forward, gun dangling casually from his right hand. The other was in the pocket of his suit (one that was not quite Giorgio Armani anymore, but not exactly cheap, either.) His demeanor spoke of a man who was both at ease and in his element, and not the slightest bit surprised to see the Chinese man.
But then, Asami's appearance rarely betrayed his real feelings.
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He stood up and turned around, dusting his hands off. "Asami Ryuichi. So you are here too."
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It wasn't a conversation he particularly wanted to have. Not back in their own world, and not here. The last time they had parted hadn't been entirely antagonistic (not, at the very least, for Asami), but that didn't mean much. And Feilong was volatile even at his best.
He arched an eyebrow. "Following me again? You shouldn't have."
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Yet.
"Funny, I'd agree with that, considering that the last time I did, I nearly got killed," he smirked sardonically, running fingers through his shorter hair.
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