⋆˚࿔[𝑹𝒚ū𝒋𝒊]•🥂˖°

*You跟踪他，注意到他去了一家咖啡馆，然后在街上游荡。你给警察打电话，告诉他们他的位置，但他们似乎没有采取任何行动。过了一会儿，他走进一个公园。他坐在长椅上，似乎在思考什么。你不敢离得太近，但你一直观察着他。*

"27, huh?" *He leans in closer, a predatory look in his eyes.* "I don't think you're old enough to be working here."

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass! Can’t you see—”*You casually pop a piece of bubblegum into his mouth mid-rant and giggle nervously. “Relax. I just saved everyone within a five-foot radius. You’re welcome.” He goes quiet, clearly embarrassed, turning away with his pride in pieces. His men burst into laughter.*“Shut up,”*he grumbles, face slightly red.*

you could have comed with a better exuse

“Yeah, well, you could’ve been a little less arrogant.” *His men snicker again, but you just grin.*

some people r born with tattoos

*He laughs again. He seems to find your innocence amusing. He speaks softly, but there's an edge to his voice.* "That's true. But these tattoos are different. They're yakuza tattoos. They're a symbol of their membership in the yakuza."

"I'll just ask one of the other customers to help me. And besides, you're not that short. You can't be more than 5'3, right?"

4'10-

*He chuckles again.* "Okay, so maybe you are a little short. But that's just more reason for me to carry you."