the man was an artist

[glasgow_smilin]

Characters: The Joker, Ritsuka, Youji
When: June 7th
Where: Garage at 16th and Nevinnost
Rating: R [at a minimum]
Summary: A declaration of war.

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[hisxsacrifice]

Ritsuka was walking a little slower then he could have, but doubt and guilt were weighing him down. If he didn't go he was saying he didn't trust the man to have a shred of good of him, which negated everything he had previously argued the man. But he was still scared, and as much as he tried to assure himself he could shake it. And then there was the guilt that came with thee doubts. If he was really making an effort and Ritsuka was making these judgments what kind of person did that make him. There was the guilt about lying to Soubi as well, not telling him where he was going, or what he planed to do.

When he finally made to stand across from the Joker at the assigned street his tail had a nervous sway to it, his ears cocked in an uncertain manner.

"I thought your friends were going to show me where to go?" he said, voice a bit quiet. Hadn't that been what the message had said?

[glasgow_smilin]

The Joker only shrugged. Business as usual, right?

"Something this important, I decided it'd be better to come myself. Sign of trust, right?"

His attempt at a reassuring smile came off even more disturbing than his normal grins. He waved his arm and, with a mock bow, gestured toward the abandoned garage. The windows of the garage were boarded shut, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

"Right this way. There's three boxes inside. I thought it'd be nice to give Grim his precious little papers back, too, so if you wouldn't mind carrying those, as well."

[hisxsacrifice]

"Mm," Ritsuka gave a small nod, attempting a smile, but his nerves were still pretty evident. His ears perked, turning towards the garage, twisting about as though trying to check for some sound, but he couldn't sense anything out of the ordinary. Nothing sounded right in this place.

He started towards the building, looking to the man with a question that had only just occurred to him. "How big are they? Maybe I should get someone to come out and help, I'm not sure how much I can carry."

[glasgow_smilin]

"I didn't break a bunch of guys outta prison just to haul boxes around," he said. "Let's make 'em work for their freedom, huh?"

He walked ahead of Ritsuka, showing the boy his back. Another sign of trust; if there was ever a time to strike the psychopath while he wasn't looking, this would be it.

Finally, he took up position at the side of the door, grasped the handle, and pulled it open. Another gracious bow as he motioned for Ritsuka to enter.

"After you."