With Teeth

Connan stumbled down an alleyway, eyes bloodshot, skin bruised and bleeding. It was one of those days, and while he was the first to admit he liked a good fight, he was, in truth, pretty messed up at the moment. It didn't happen often, but sometimes the static got too loud, the beat ran out of time, and the animal fought with teeth. When the chaos in his head rose like that, born of a life spent walking the line between hero and heretic, of almost random acts of kindness or violence tossed to passers by like bones to a dog, Connan fought. It was better than drinking, because there was a chance - just a chance - that he could lose everything. Sometimes he needed that reminder.

Then, he walked into someone.


(Open topic)

Ryuuou raised a brow and looked connan up and down.

"Hey! what happened to you? ... you all right?"

I watched in the shadows and chuckled lightly. The fellow that stumbled was too reckless. His thoughts shifted so fast I could hardly keep up with what he was actually thinking.

I whispered into Ryuuou's ears.
"I thought you were some kind of omniscient being. That is not hard to read right?" I smirked at Ryuuou.