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Kimi had a hard enough time keeping her eyes open after working seventeen hours straight. It seemed fitting her walk home would be interrupted in another violent attempt, and sent enough shock through her that she stared tensed against the wall as the man stopped any further profane remarks from the stranger who had approached her.
"Nothing to be sorry for...thank you," she managed to get out, blinking tiredly and adjusting her bag over her shoulder. "Just some asshole trying to ruin someone's night. My bad luck that I was the target tonight."
open to all muse: fujin ; "fujitaka ryobu" (for human muses) somewhat pre-established always preffered
"That's not how you treat a pretty face." Fingers were wrapped easily around the strange man's throat, making sure he'd have a hard time getting mouthy. "Ah, ah. Not enough air for profanities?" Fujitaka mocked with a faint chuckle, eventually letting his eyes wander over the other. "I'm sorry to have you witness something so ugly, darling."
"My name is Kimi." Usually she'd be more polite. This man, detective apparently, had just saved her from an asshole trying to make her night even worse and she could barely bow to the man. Did she really look that rough?
The badge brought a bit of comfort to her and she was sure the last train had already left. His offer seemed harmless enough. "Yes, I'd appreciate that, thank you," she said, glancing over the detective and shaking her head. "I don't think we've met before...I'm sorry, if we have, I don't remember it. But my head is sort of foggy right now so my conscious isn't...the greatest."
@anexthetxc continued from here.
All it took was one proper executed grip for just enough time to have the nuisance of a man pass out, stopping all profanities that had fallen barely intelligible from that mouth, leaving only the small of booze behind. "You're not looking too good, Miss." Fujitaka pointed out casually with a smile once the body was discarded against the next wall. The tall man approached while still cleaning his hands off with a fabric tissue, head slightly tilted to get a better look at the young woman. "Would you like a ride home?" Knowing how that may sound inappropriate after what she had just experienced the older already reached into the pocket of his jacket to pull forth his badge. "I'm a detective, no need to worry." A bit more than just a detective, but the details weren't important when someone looked ready to pass out any moment. "Say, have we met before?"