【OPEN/CLOSED】☆ WALK THROUGH STREETS OF GOLD WITH CIGARETTES YOU HAND ROLLED

[glitterpants]

WHO: Karamatsu Matsuno + anyone who wants him!
WHERE: Eluvio + throughout Bajikan.
WHEN: March catch all!
WHAT: A whole bunch of stuff. A dispute between Ichimatsu, a date with Carolina, district shenanigans in Luxuria with Dorothy and Carolina, Acedia with Jason, Ira with Sombra + Reaper, and Superbia will provide an open prompt. More may follow and will update is necessary.
WARNINGS: Drugs, alcohol, violence, language and possibly smut (eyes emoji).....

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[glitterpants]

<sub>[ She didn't have to do this— any of this, really. She didn't have to go out of her way to get him a weapon; she could have ignored him here and let whatever happen to him.. happen to him. He probably would have ended up dead.

And yet, she's taking him some place else that is safe. She's protecting him. Why should she, of all people, give a damn? He doesn't understand.

His legs finally move as he slinks along, that terrible feeling of guilt twisting uncomfortably in his gut as misty eyes keep on the ground. He's compliant to what she says— honestly, she can tell him anything and he'll probably do it, but after a moment, he finally pipes up, usual boisterous voice quiet and uneasy: ]</sub>

It was for.. protection, right? A-ah, I was defending myself, and protecting us.
_{[ well, not like Sombra really needs that, but.. he just felt so angry it didn't feel like a very noble kill. It felt like he was blood thirsty instead, and that's what this place does to you. ]}

[doxing]

That's right.

(it's a simple reply, really, but truthful. they were protecting themselves, so anything else would be a fabrication. however, karamatsu didn't have to be involved and that is what she opts out of saying, omission just another form of lying through the teeth. he'll realize it, maybe; stay away from her later. and like before, when the group hadn't spotted them, sombra guides him by the bicep.

an impersonal touch — though, any touch from her seems like the opposite.) What a good little bodyguard you are... I was right to buy you that gun.

(it's manipulative and sombra knows it... still, she can't help herself when he's making it so easy. whether he believes himself skilled in any way that's useful or not, he may come in handy in the future where him vouching for her reliability is concerned. for some reason, it makes her smirk in a giddy sort of way — in a second, things shift dramatically and before they're out of the side street, karamatsu is whipped around and shoved against the stone siding of a raucous dive bar.)

But you're not coming back to Ira again.

(in a sharp movement, her hand slips into each pocket of his jacket, then moves to his pants.)

The second we're outta here, any justification you're feeling right now is gonna go away. (readjusting her grip on his arm, rattling him against the wall with a tight step in.) You understand me? All the adrenaline and anger is gonna ditch, you're gonna cry harder, and it's gonna hurt bad.

(teeth tight, voice a low hiss.)

Gimme your black token, Karamatsu.

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ As fake and manipulating as Sombra's words are, Karamatsu is an absolute sucker for her and believes her. Yeah, he's a great body guard, look what he did. Also, he probably would have given over his token without Sombra trying to take it by force as she already has him wrapped around her finger, but the aggressive air probably was altering both of their moods slightly even after all of that.
Long lashes are dampened with tears still, though he's stopped crying for the most part, they fan shut against his face as he lets out more of a startled sound and.. then he's getting touched.......... touched around his pants........

She seems awfully firm with him, squeezing his arm and shaking him slightly. What was it she taught him in the black market? To place his hand on somebody and sharply tell them no? It's hard to do that right now, but he feels frustration surge through his body again from being so easily handled (he likes it, but probably if it were less violent and sudden.)

So, he presses his palm against Sombra's shoulder, against the arm that is holding his other arm and wrinkles his nose, sniffling pitifully. His brows are pinned together again, but he can at least look her in the eyes and that's.. impressive.

Sombra's got his coin (it was in his back pocket, lol) and he doesn't seem to mind letting her have it. ]</sub>

... you're right. It's yours.

_{[ He almost adds don't touch my clothes but for some reason that part didn't come out. ]}

I can leave from here, thank you.
_{[ He's just.. very overwhelmed with emotions right now, so his responses are erratic. ]}