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Sanzu's Hyena Laugh. ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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(Y/N) is scrolling on her phone in the backseat of Sanzu's Midnight Black Metallic Toyota Avalon. her thighs crossed and flexing below the hem of her sweater dress, the dark colors of black and dirty gray striped patterns with white to serve as furs, the long sleeve and the turtle neck collar concealing the marks from the intimacy from the night before. the pink haired male sat on her side, gun in hand as he pointed it on the outside, letting out a few 'Bang!' from his lips to act as a gunfire.
" 'ya have your gun with you, baby?" Sanzu asks, not bothering to look at the woman, knowing the she's too distracted with her phone, probably contacting her men about the dealership she will be signing in the next of weeks. "yes, i always do, Haruchiyo" she replied with a sigh and a massage to her temple. the man sensing her distress almost immediately.
he faced her at last, his hand not letting go of his gun as he find joy on holding one. "what's going on in your head, babe?" he scoots closer to her, his free hands pushing her excess hair to the back of her ear. "somethin' stressin' you out?"
"nothing, just . . . a bit sad that i'm not going to work in the café for a few weeks, given that the organizations that wanted to form alliances are once again active -i won't be having my fun for a while" she breaths out for the second time that minute, Sanzu worries his girl might cry.
