[Chuuya won’t judge Atsushi if he doesn’t want to smoke anymore. Whatever floats his boat and all that.

His brows furrow then, mouth pressing into a thin line.]

Can’t argue with that.

[It occurs to Chuuya then that he hasn’t exactly shared the more vital parts of his past with Atsushi. He’d spilled about Corruption, but everything else...

Well. If Chuuya got to see Atsushi’s past without his permission, then he might as well share his too.]

Yeah. At least, it has been since I was about seven years old. I can’t remember anything before that.

[Another puff of fyrra, and Chuuya is beginning to run his mouth without really thinking.]

People like us tend to band together when they can. I was in a gang, before I joined the Mafia. It was all younger guys that had no where else to go, really.

[A pause.]

I was kind of a special case. Kind of a science experiment gone wrong.