I just need a little of your time

[tsume_kaesu]

If he could forget everything, Naoya would still like to retain a few enjoyments he's found over the year. One of them is this...in these opium-filled dens, people are open with their secrets and themselves. Naoya has no interest in the overly-friendly whores here, and they know better by now, but his chosen place to lounge is always clear. He sits

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[hollowmessiah]

[...none of the above. Akemi is very fish-out-of-water in this environment-and while his expression is still blank serenity, his eyes are kind of wide and he just seems to radiate...*something* that makes his out-of-placeness obvious. and he doesn't even know how he managed to get here. This could be...awkward. To say the least.]

[tsume_kaesu]

Oh, he knows which Abel you are, Akemi, and across the den, his eyes narrow sharply. But he won't kill you, Oh no.

He'll just send Nekomata to...play with you.

[hollowmessiah]

[has not actually noticed Naoya's presence in the room yet. He's too busy blushing at some of the things to be found in here and trying to breathe without breathing in the smoke and is confused and trying to find the exit, and he...hasn't noticed the Nekomata yet.]

[tsume_kaesu]

Well, you'll notice her now. Since she's, uh, draped all over you. And getting kind of handsy.

"Hey now, what's your rush, handsome?"

[foolsgirl]

[Nobody would recognise her here; nobody would think that a straightlaced girl like her would even imagine of stepping foot inside such a notorious place.

But fuck it all. Here where alcohol makes everyone anonymous, where the smoke and the drugs make you no differece between you and the next body gyrating on the dance floor - she can just let go.

No respite for the dying, no rest for the dead. And Minato doesn't give a shit whether she gets utterly and completely wasted. Or stoned. Same difference.]

[tsume_kaesu]

But Naoya's eyes do flicker in recognition...now that's interesting. Just a murmur to the patron, and her next hit, her next shot, it's on the house.

Dance, broken little messiah. Show him how unpredictable the wildcard truly is.

[foolsgirl]

[She stumbles over to one of the lesser-crowded corners, throwing a smile here and there and hands wandering over bare skin and warm flesh. Exhausted? Maybe. She takes a shot of absinthe from a passing girl's hand, downs it, and sets the shotglass heavily on the nearest table - incidentally, where Naoya is.

Fuck, this stuff is strong.

No matter. The only thing that could possibly identify here here is her voice - and even that's going slowly.]

[tsume_kaesu]

And Naoya...chuckles. A messiah, but to be in a place like this...

How interesting.

"Now what brings you here, ojou-san?"

[arisato_isamu]

Isamu has no idea what he's doing here, really. Maybe he just feels that he has to disappear from his 'normal' life for at least a night. He just needs to relax, and so he's trying something new.

... Though dodging the advances of a succubus was not as planned. Eventually, he just tells her that he's gay, which causes her to sigh, throw up her hands, mutter about 'another one', and move on.

[tsume_kaesu]

It's worth him being here, just to see Succubus float off in disgust, but...Naoya's eyes narrow. Not 'Messiah' but...who is he?

He looks like his brother, but he's most certainly not.

Well then. Have him brought over.

[arisato_isamu]

He looks over at the man, and tries to decide if he should smile or nod or what. He's not used to bar etiquette. Nee-san halp. He finally decides to nod, and looks around uncomfortably.

So very far out of his usual element ffffff-.

[always_forgot]

[Now this is what he needed. He hadn't been out drinking in a while... it was kind of nice.]

[Brb ordering something strong and looking around at who else is in here.]

[tsume_kaesu]

[...King of Bel. Now this was intruiging.

Come here, little brother.]

[always_forgot]

[He notices Naoya over in the corner, and orders a drink for him, too, before carrying it over to him.]

Hey, Naoya.

[tsume_kaesu]

Little brother. [That slow smile...well, well, well, what do we have here?]

Or should I say, King of Bel?