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Post by Naru on May 23, 2021 10:07:45 GMT -6
Mimi laughed. "Oh absolutely. Bunch of oddballs here in Facina, and it seems they're all in attendance," she said.
"Whatever, Andy. Do something or fuck off," Itsumi said, moving to ignore him. Wavy brown hair moved into her periphery on her left, and a familiar perfume washed over her that made her stomach sink. Warm, pale skin brushed up against her arm and Itsumi paused for a moment, before looking over, her hair falling over her shoulder to block her face from Andy's view as she took in the woman now beside her with wide eyes.
Skyla approached the bar, leaning up against it as her arm brushed up against her sister's. "A gin and tonic please," she said with a smile, glancing briefly to meet Itsumi's eyes. She had deliberately chosen this disguise, one from her work in Japan, one that only the highest Yakuza members had known about, them and Itsumi. Valentina Takahashi, Val, the bubbly half-Japanese girl who charmed men with a single smile. Makeup magic, contacts, and a refreshed dye job completely removed any aspect of Skyla from the disguise, but the face was familiar to two people in the crowd: Itsumi and Mimi.
Tears jumped briefly into Itsumi's eyes as she beheld her sister, but she blinked them away quickly, smirking as she tilted her head. "Val? Valentina Takahashi...what're you doing here?" she asked.
"I could ask you the same thing, little miss. Aren't you a little young to be hanging out in a nightclub?" Skyla asked, her Japanese accent thicker than it normally was..
"There's a kid younger than me, here," Itsumi waved it off.
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