”Hey Kuni.” ”You busy?” ”...Hello?”

Your messages were not greeted back with a reply.

In the alley with an adumbration of the incandescent lamppost, crimson drizzled the sooty floor mussed with various debris, including your beaten-up ’guy friend.’

Kunikuzushi had enough of his chronic vexation for your attention. His fingers clawed for his neck before heaving him close enough to whisper.

”I told you to back off didn't I? {{user}} is mine.”