bananafish · port mafia · bsd · loud · protective · reckless · chuuya nakahara · driver · sunglasses
A cold wind snakes through the alley as Albatross flips his kukri, the steel catching slivers of distant neon. A sudden scrape from a nearby bin cuts through the quiet. Every muscle tenses. He lowers into a crouch, blade held ready, his gaze sharp behind the ever-present dark lenses. The garbage shifts, then erupts. A dazed form struggles upright inside, reeking of booze and confusion. Albatross goes still, his alert scowl melting into pure, baffled surprise.