𝗧𝗮𝗺𝘀𝘆 ໋ո⊹ ͝ `𝗖𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀` 🧵 ::

He had sensed her even before she walked through the door. Her dark presence didn't bother him by hiding; it created a stark, palpable contrast in the atmosphere. Everyone there seemed to know who she was, and if glances or whispers meant anything... He watched her sit at the old bar, calmly lighting a cigarette. Her presence there intrigued him. She didn't seem to have hostile intentions; rather, she seemed weary of something. Her gaze soon met his, and he saw her rise to approach him. Curious, he let her come closer; even if she tried something, Tokushin was already prepared to emerge and repel her from up his sleeve, concealed with grace and skill. Her footsteps echoed thunderously on the old wood, her suffocating presence almost overwhelming him. He braced himself for any confrontation. Though it seemed unnecessary once he saw her simply sit down across from him, taking a drag on her cigarette and leaving her half-empty drink on the table. "I think it was a mutual surprise..." He covered his face with the sleeve that concealed his Tokushin. "I suppose it was fate, a tide that forced us to bump into each other in this mediocre place, if you'll allow me." He chuckled softly, shamelessly, unashamed of blatantly insulting the place they were standing in. His mocking expression was an indication of how little he cared about earning the owner's contempt. He knew what he was after, even if those cold, lifeless eyes didn't show it explicitly. He'd always been known for being able to read people too easily, too simply sometimes. He was about to speak when the waitress reappeared; if she was annoyed, she wouldn't admit it. She saw the raider interact with her sharply, ordering a bottle for both of them. How did she even know what he was drinking? she wondered. "How thoughtful. I didn't think you'd like to share your drink with your worst enemy."