Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5543592-20190406160455

Once he'd gone through the flaps all noise died behind him. The music became a faint pulse that bled through the walls. The light in here was a dim soft orange was static instead of strobbing, much easier on Willy's eyes and head.

Two people sat in the room. One of them was a massive asian man, more fat than muscle. He didn't wear a shirt, showing off a torso of tattoos. His face and head were shaped like a boulder. Rolls of fat gathered at his neck, chest, and hips, but Wily could see muscle definition along his arms and tt his shoulder.s  He lounged back on a couch, a cigar stuck in his mouth. Two young, very pretty woman, barely more than curious were pressed into either side of him.

The room was circular, seating a circular couch that lined the wall. Kabu Chotto, the heavy man, sat at Willy's left. To Willy's right was a woman. She was petite, with a burn scar covering one half of her delicate face, part of her hair dyed red to conceal it. Her skin color was caramel, very rich, likely a Latino-blend of some kind. In this orange light, she looked very familiar to Willy.

"Shinshi,"  His voice was deep and coarse, but at the same time a steady drawl that was easy to listen to, "I don't have Bosu No-Kiba's ear anymore.  I'm old news."

"You're the only one who would talk to me." The woman said. She was sat forward, her elbows resting on her news. It showed she was engaged but not invested. There was an eerie confidence to, as if she was certain that if this whole place fell down on her she'd still walk away.

"'Cause I'm the only one who doesn't hate Yonome." Chotto said. "We came in together.  He is still my brother.  You made enemies when you recruited him."

The woman said nothing. No expression passed over her face. As if noticing him for the first time, she glanced sideways at Willy. Some flicker of recognition seemed to register in her eyes.