[The city, despite its gloomy weather, was oddly humid. Taking a cue from others that his attire wasn’t completely terribly strange, Nishi had opted to wear only his sweater over the top of his suit. The tight leather breathed surprisingly well, and though it was clingy, whatever alien technology inside it made it feel far less restricting than most pairs of jeans. he found himself amazed by the suit every single day.
He felt his foot catch into something, and looked down at what it had collided with. A leg? A vagrant? A civilian? Whatever. He didn’t bother to apologize or look the person in the face. Everyone was gonna die anyway, whether he took a look at them or not. It didn’t matter. However, the man yelped in pain, causing Nishi to at least acknowledge the noise... But then the splash of red at his shoe caught Nishi’s eye and pulled a smile to his face. That was what he liked to see. He turned towards the other, looking oddly sunny about everything for what appeared to be no reason whatsoever.]
Does this belong to you? [he asked, pointing toward the blood on his boot, his chin wagging open in wait of an answer. When it didn’t come fast enough for his liking, and instead was met by demands for an apology, he laughed a choked laugh.]
Fuck apologies. Grow a backbone and do something about it, asswipe.
Sample Entry Two:
[His hands danced along the zipper of his sweater, up his chest and to his neck. He touched at the collar of the suit he normally wore beneath his clothes, sighing in relief. He had been allowed to keep it, so that had meant…]
Ah, good! [he muttered excitedly, pawing for the Controller. Being ‘infected’ didn’t bother his time at all. He dismissed the stealth mode he had imposed on his weapons which hung outside his pants. They returned to visibility with an electric blue fizzle, and he quickly hid them away in his designated dresser. A Y-Gun, an X-Gun, and a Gantz sword were what he had managed to sneak in, and he was thankful for it. Of course, along with his Gantz suit everything had seemed to be coming up Nishi!]
Alright, [he mumbled to himself yet again, leather covered fingers raking over the handle of his Y-Gun. Though the X-Gun had been so good at causing much more devastation the Y-Gun was always more his style. The other gun, however, could be pretty fun sometimes too. It was never not cool to see someone’s head explode after their anguished expressions during the time delays.
Lifting the gun to his mouth and tapping it on his lips, he heard something behind him and turned. Though it was far down the hall, his ear had managed to train itself to always be on alert. It sounded like another person coming…]
…
[Nishi sighed, shoving the arsenal into his dresser before they showed up. He turned to the door, looking out it coolly with his regular cocky sneer and loose jaw. He holstered the X-Gun and stealthed it before using his backside to shove the drawer shut, tilting his head toward whoever had inadvertently joined him outside his open door with his arms crossed.
The male’s yellow-brown optics scanned his company carefully. She looked all together harmless, and he internally cussed at himself when his first thought was about how she’d never make it out of a Gantz mission alive.
His eyes were sharp in more than one way. They seemed to pierce through whatever they looked at, and the spots on which his lashes met seemed to be inhumanly angular. His short lashes flicked carefully as he finished taking her in, which under his scrutinizing gaze may have felt like a long time to some, was only a few awkward seconds. His gloved hands fell out behind him, the heels of them supporting him on the edge of the dresser. She was yacking away incessantly - How he hated people like her. After what seemed like a long while, he finally decided to speak, though he voiced his disinterest quickly with just his tone alone.]
You look pathetic, [Nishi raised his voice for clarity, his eyebrows lifting under his bangs. He pushed himself from the dresser, moving himself to stand chest to chest with her. To instill a sense of ‘bigness’ and intimidation, he was used to doing this. Curse his genes for making him so slender and short. His mouth hung open for a while before it began to move again. As he spoke, he tilted his head this way and that, moving in unpredictable and close ways to grind on her comfort.] This whole place is full of shit, huh? I haven’t seen much of it myself yet, but I pretty much fucking hate it here already, you know?
[A chuckle that ground in his throat bubbled to his lips; it was boyish with a scratching quality. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his grey sweatshirt, shouldering past her in his doorway. The sound of loose change fumbled nosily in his pockets and between his fingers.]
Try and be useful, [a mocking tone rang to her ears again.] Where’s the food hiding?
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