[ There's someone else on the rooftop, seated easily enough. He has a companion animal too: a bird as well, with it's long tail feathers hanging down his back like a trail of fire. He's smoking a cigarette, because this is as good as open air, ain't it? Fuck if he's not getting a smoke while he's somewhere out in the open whatever the ear piece said before.
...but when Daigo speaks, he'll turn and despite the hair and the glasses and the new get up, the scar is always there, always telling. Even if the eyes only widen just a hair. He's always been able to keep his cool when it counted.
Which is why his response is the same word, essentially, but with a very different intonation. ]
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...but when Daigo speaks, he'll turn and despite the hair and the glasses and the new get up, the scar is always there, always telling. Even if the eyes only widen just a hair. He's always been able to keep his cool when it counted.
Which is why his response is the same word, essentially, but with a very different intonation. ]
Well, fuck.