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[color=crimson][b]Jun's Soup Kitchen[@Symphoni], [@McHaggis][/b][/color][/center]

For that brief moment of silence, Jaakuna saw the worry and anxiety on the faces of those that were sitting down and eating their meals. Jaakuna saw that his presence shook them to their core. He saw that they were gripping those closest to them as if Jaakuna himself posed some kind of danger to them. Truth was, he kind of did. Even though he could fight—and rather well, but he preferred not to unless it came down to it. So, the fear of enhanced vocal intimidation would have to do.

It was going so well. At least, until some idiot decided to open their mouth, declaring that they were the one that Jaakuna was looking for.

[color=crimson]“Oh, so you’re in charge, huh.”[/color] Jaakuna stepped forward, walking closer to the female.

Gauging her body head to toe, the blonde had to admit that she was easy on the eyes.  Her olive-colored complexion gave her an exotic look. If it didn’t, her long, black hair and hazel-colored eyes demanded Jaakuna’s attention. Further down to the torso, Jaakuna caught a glimpse of her curves that were perfectly complemented by her midriff.  Even though she was a bit on the short side, Jaakuna couldn’t take his eyes off of her. It was almost as if he was mesmerized by her beauty.

But all good things had to come to an end, right?

Jaakuna shook his head, getting his hormones in check. 

[color=crimson]“Alright, listen up, hotcakes.”[/color] JAakuna said to her, giving her a cocky smirk, [color=crimson]“I come representing the--”[/color] Jaakuna hesitated, feeling a strong amount of disgust that found its home on his tongue. It refused him to say their name,[color=crimson]”—The Triple Triad and they want their money.”[/color] Jaakuna said clearly, but he still felt the tinge of revulsion in his mouth.

God, Jaakuna hated being like this. If it wasn’t for fucking Zang. If he would have just left Jaakuna alone, if he would’ve left Gan and Muku alone, he wouldn’t have to be forced to play the gangster act on, who he had to assume were good people. Hell, they were in a soup kitchen for god’s sake. How could they be bad? 

As he was somewhat stranded in his own hatred for what he was doing, Jaakuna was starting to show it slightly on his face. He didn’t know it, but surely the desirable female in front of him would see it. That is, to say if she could spot those little hints of facial expressions.

[color=crimson][I]When I’m done here, I’m going to kill Zang—or maim him. Whatever doesn’t get me hung or worse.[/I][/color]