[Processing...give Chuuya’s alcohol muddled-brain a second to catch up.
Oh. OHHHHHH.
Chuuya is silent for a moment. He’s lived his entire life doing things his own way, fighting and drinking and fucking and hardly giving a damn about the consequences as long as it didn’t impact the Port Mafia in a negative way. That kind of life, where you have no idea what day could be your last, hardly leaves room for feelings to develop. Attachment is dangerous; and Chuuya, having been betrayed time and again, is just a tiny bit jaded in that regard.
But...this is a different life, a different world...]
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[Processing...give Chuuya’s alcohol muddled-brain a second to catch up.
Oh. OHHHHHH.
Chuuya is silent for a moment. He’s lived his entire life doing things his own way, fighting and drinking and fucking and hardly giving a damn about the consequences as long as it didn’t impact the Port Mafia in a negative way. That kind of life, where you have no idea what day could be your last, hardly leaves room for feelings to develop. Attachment is dangerous; and Chuuya, having been betrayed time and again, is just a tiny bit jaded in that regard.
But...this is a different life, a different world...]
You know I’ve killed people, right? Destroyed shit, ruined peoples’ lives.
[Chuuya frowns behind his glass.]
Is that really kind of person you want to get close to?