#oh no they're both a match made in deepest hell

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❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ said drunkenly, in the black of night - jagi wearing a wide grin - beating his chest like a gorilla.

His new friend is nothing, if not confident.

Jae's not unused to the low-burn psychosis of other night prowlers like himself, but his opponent didn't look to be that entertaining- Save for the mask. That actually managed to give him an air of mystery.

But maybe it's the visceral glee in Jagi's voice that is the mist of gasoline wafting over the bonfire stoking his interest, a cruel smile making his lips curl and stretch across oversized gold canines.

It was a savage transmutation. Most everyone in the slums had some sort of... damage. Screws loose, forgotten, maybe just tossed out to save weight- Most everyone had surrendered some part of the whimsical oxymoron they called 'humanity'.

And most everyone had their facets and façades. But Jae had become a wolf in a suit; the eyes blackened and the face twisted into a savage saw-toothed snarl: suddenly nothing even just a little human. Muscle became iron and it was absolutely inflexible, vulpine eyes twin portals to one bleak abyss, and he just seemed to handsomely glide on a cloud of black malevolence.

The sound of silk shifting and the heavy weight of a metal heel barely ghosts Jagi's chin, the Turk having twisted on his back foot to torque a standing roundhouse kick to the larger man's head. His foot arches gracefully despite missing it's mark, but he's eager to see how his opponent will react accordingly.