[ When he thinks of Fukuzawa, he thinks of hands around his neck. Of getting held down, his own nails digging into the other man's back, biting his lower lip, snarling into his face, growling fuck me, or get out of here. They had their heyday, of course - it had lasted long enough; they'd been young, they'd loathed each other with personalities specific to that kind of thing. The typhoon and Yokohama's rain finds him without a taxi and in Fukuzawa's neighbourhood, and he thinks, why not.
So things have mellowed between them, it means nothing - there's no harm in winding his way through the front garden of the apartment complex, stepping up to the intercom and keying in the passcode that he knows from memory.
He's a little dampened from the rain - it has let up in the past few hours, but Yokohama is a ghost town regardless.
There's a moment of hesitation and he thinks that perhaps he ought to return to Elise - oh, his little demon - and the Port mafia; that's more advisable, but Mori has only ever done exactly as he pleases, provided it suits the occasion. There's something else in Fukuzawa's presence and apartment that leads him to the elevator - maybe it's just the rain, and some misplaced kind of sentiment. His black coat flaps against his shins, and he shucks it on the landing, folding the thing over an elbow.
An old enemy can be a safe haven in some respects - he knows there are no surprises with Fukuzawa, and given the day that the Mafia have had, he wants that consistency. Even if it comes with a hoard of damnable cats, curling around his heels.
The front door is as dull as he remembers it - understatement is just so Fukuzawa, and he raps twice on the door, leaning against the doorjamb, studying his cuticles with a bored look. ]
[Mission reports are an essential part of doing business in the Port Mafia: information is a weapon, and the boss needs to know all important details of what the Mafia has done, what their enemies have done. Chuuya doesn't mind giving mission reports.
He especially doesn't mind when it's a mission that he personally went on and completed very successfully. He won't brag to the boss, of course not, he's more professional than that - but every time Mori says a good word about his accomplishments and how well he achieved their goals and destroyed their enemies, he glows a little more, smiles more widely than he should.
He's no Akutagawa, but being praised by the boss is something he won't turn down.]
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So things have mellowed between them, it means nothing - there's no harm in winding his way through the front garden of the apartment complex, stepping up to the intercom and keying in the passcode that he knows from memory.
He's a little dampened from the rain - it has let up in the past few hours, but Yokohama is a ghost town regardless.
There's a moment of hesitation and he thinks that perhaps he ought to return to Elise - oh, his little demon - and the Port mafia; that's more advisable, but Mori has only ever done exactly as he pleases, provided it suits the occasion. There's something else in Fukuzawa's presence and apartment that leads him to the elevator - maybe it's just the rain, and some misplaced kind of sentiment. His black coat flaps against his shins, and he shucks it on the landing, folding the thing over an elbow.
An old enemy can be a safe haven in some respects - he knows there are no surprises with Fukuzawa, and given the day that the Mafia have had, he wants that consistency. Even if it comes with a hoard of damnable cats, curling around his heels.
The front door is as dull as he remembers it - understatement is just so Fukuzawa, and he raps twice on the door, leaning against the doorjamb, studying his cuticles with a bored look. ]
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hi boss
He especially doesn't mind when it's a mission that he personally went on and completed very successfully. He won't brag to the boss, of course not, he's more professional than that - but every time Mori says a good word about his accomplishments and how well he achieved their goals and destroyed their enemies, he glows a little more, smiles more widely than he should.
He's no Akutagawa, but being praised by the boss is something he won't turn down.]
-That's all I have to report, Boss.