[Sounds like something a certain mafia boss would do to further his own ambitions. Not that Chuuya is a saint, but he’s never deliberately manipulated anyone in such a shitty way. That’s not how he likes to play ball.
Chuuya nods. He knows very well the awfulness of those kidnappings. His very own housemates had suffered dearly from it.]
Yeah. Couple of people I know came back changed in ways nobody should.
[Emotionally speaking.
Chuuya, still pleasantly drunk, reaches up trace a gloved finger over one of Mephisto’s pointed ears curiously.]
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[Sounds like something a certain mafia boss would do to further his own ambitions. Not that Chuuya is a saint, but he’s never deliberately manipulated anyone in such a shitty way. That’s not how he likes to play ball.
Chuuya nods. He knows very well the awfulness of those kidnappings. His very own housemates had suffered dearly from it.]
Yeah. Couple of people I know came back changed in ways nobody should.
[Emotionally speaking.
Chuuya, still pleasantly drunk, reaches up trace a gloved finger over one of Mephisto’s pointed ears curiously.]
So who and what are you, exactly?