[Of course Chuuya has been though his fair share of tragedy in the Mafia, and he’s seen dozens of men mowed down (on both sides) right before his eyes. He’s absolutely no stranger to death and loss, but can the stasis pods really be called either of those? It’s like existing in a limbo between death and life, with no guarantee of truly experiencing either. It’s both a blessing and a curse, Chuuya thinks, and when he arrives outside the stasis room he’s greeted with the sight of Atsushi already waiting for him.
He stops right in front of Atsushi, looking as stoic as possible to brace himself for what he might find inside.]
Hey.
[Chuuya doesn’t know exactly how to greet Atsushi; old enemies are a bit more difficult to deal with than casual acquaintances, after all. Even if Chuuya never did bear a personal grudge against the guy...
He finally settles for offering a handshake, eyes dragging over Atsushi’s form all the while; so this is the weretiger everyone was making a fuss about...
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He stops right in front of Atsushi, looking as stoic as possible to brace himself for what he might find inside.]
Hey.
[Chuuya doesn’t know exactly how to greet Atsushi; old enemies are a bit more difficult to deal with than casual acquaintances, after all. Even if Chuuya never did bear a personal grudge against the guy...
He finally settles for offering a handshake, eyes dragging over Atsushi’s form all the while; so this is the weretiger everyone was making a fuss about...
He doesn’t look intimidating at all.]