[The only good (?) thing about the goddamned rain about to sear the streets clean is that there isn't a single person keen on lingering outdoors for longer than they have to. Westies peer through their windows, eyes watchful and still, and the few Enforcers remaining on the street peer more and more frequently towards the cargo vans that'll take them back to home and safety. That's where Riza would like to be, at home and free of her dirt-stained uniform, but it looks like that's a dream that'll have to be put on hold when familiar shouts reach her ears,
She's not overly fond of Itsuki - why should she be, when he seems to laud her breasts more than her brains most meetings - but he's stayed surprisingly true to the letter of the law as long as she's known him. Whatever he's guilty of no doubt amounts to no more than being in the wrong place at the wrong time (if only because she's positive he hasn't enough brain cells to rub together for a stunt bigger than an ill-timed pick-up line).]
I'll take it from here.
[The guards mumble irritably - I got a quota to fill here! - but they recognize her and her authority on these streets and eventually shuffle away—though not before making sure to cuff Itsuki's hands behind his back. Riza takes a moment to pray to whatever low-level god might be listening out there that handcuffing isn't one of Itsuki's myriad kinks before leaning forward to hiss:]
day 3 | yaywon.....are we finally tagging again after so many years
She's not overly fond of Itsuki - why should she be, when he seems to laud her breasts more than her brains most meetings - but he's stayed surprisingly true to the letter of the law as long as she's known him. Whatever he's guilty of no doubt amounts to no more than being in the wrong place at the wrong time (if only because she's positive he hasn't enough brain cells to rub together for a stunt bigger than an ill-timed pick-up line).]
I'll take it from here.
[The guards mumble irritably - I got a quota to fill here! - but they recognize her and her authority on these streets and eventually shuffle away—though not before making sure to cuff Itsuki's hands behind his back. Riza takes a moment to pray to whatever low-level god might be listening out there that handcuffing isn't one of Itsuki's myriad kinks before leaning forward to hiss:]
What are you doing?
[Better have a good reason here, buddy.]