#{ HELLO i hope this is ok!! i was flipflopping between L and satoru but i am very biased towards femme ocs so. bites her affectionately }

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IS SHE TECHNICALLY ON parole? yes. should she be here, in a club known for its underground activities, drinking and surrounded by idiots doing hard drugs? no.

does she care?

... maybe she would, a little, if she were sober. thankfully, persephone knows how to get around her handlers well enough and she's half a bottle in by the time her stupid fucking paranoid body finally loosens up. it's been so long since they had the freedom to dance like this. pulse of the music in their ears — it was this club because of the music they play, not because of the other shit, anyway — and the throng of warm bodies losing themselves to sensation, escaping whatever each of them needs to escape, feels more like home than a house ever could.

every once in a while, there's this girl. she catches seph's eye from somewhere in the crowd, maybe on accident, and it's the shock of red that always manages to find them. red like fresh blood from an artery. maybe that's why, despite being — as described by their brother — an antisocial freak, when they stumble out of the club for some fresh air and spot her lounging next to her car in the parking lot, they find themself ghosting over to meet her. ❝ hey. got a light? ❞ seph has a light. they're just dogshit at introductions that don't sound threatening. so. cigarette case out, one pulled between her teeth, the rest held out for the red-eyed stranger to pluck from should she want to.