[ ichiban is about to follow throné's lead when one of the men grabs his wrist to stop him from progressing. he bristles, though he does not react besides shaking the offender's hand off of his arm and glaring. the serious expression he has on now mixed with the suit does kind of lend a little more credence to the idea of him having been an ex-yakuza once upon a time. ]
Hey, pal, easy. I don't wanna cause any trouble for anybody. Besides, you guys probably just confused my friend for someone else. Right, Necchan?
well this is unfortunately a little sexy to throné so ig there's that]
That's right. There's plenty of women who look like me. [she hums, shifting. the slit in her skirt - that runs up real high, it's practically at her hips - moves just enough to reveal the knife strapped to her thigh.] So I suppose we'll just be going.
[... and she gives him a look, because the second they get outside they're running lets go lets fucking book it]
[ oh, he knows The Look very well, and acknowledges it with a simple nod, nothing more. he brusquely shoulders his way through the people standing between him and throné, and together, they walk toward the doors...
then, right before they clear the threshold, ichiban grabs a bar table and tosses it behind them to try and deter their would-be pursuers before getting the FUCK outta there!! ]
she does, in fact, laugh at the fact that he throws an entire table at them - there's like, shouting and absolutely flabbergasted noises coming from the place as throné takes off down into an alleyway, assuming ichiban is going to follow her]
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Hey, pal, easy. I don't wanna cause any trouble for anybody. Besides, you guys probably just confused my friend for someone else. Right, Necchan?
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well this is unfortunately a little sexy to throné so ig there's that]
That's right. There's plenty of women who look like me. [she hums, shifting. the slit in her skirt - that runs up real high, it's practically at her hips - moves just enough to reveal the knife strapped to her thigh.] So I suppose we'll just be going.
[... and she gives him a look, because the second they get outside they're running lets go lets fucking book it]
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then, right before they clear the threshold, ichiban grabs a bar table and tosses it behind them to try and deter their would-be pursuers before getting the FUCK outta there!! ]
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she does, in fact, laugh at the fact that he throws an entire table at them - there's like, shouting and absolutely flabbergasted noises coming from the place as throné takes off down into an alleyway, assuming ichiban is going to follow her]