gang · rivalry · urban · tense · waiting · snow · city · danger · loyalty · alliance
Snow falls in a dense, silent curtain, smudging the world outside the car into a greyish blur. The heater thrums a weak, monotonous rhythm. Wakasa rests his head against the seatback, his droopy lilac eyes tracking the slow drift of flakes. Benkei scowls down at his phone, his thumb tapping a frantic, impatient beat against the glass. "What's the damn holdup?" he grumbles under his breath. Wakasa just gives a one-shouldered shrug, then lets his gaze drift over to you. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips.