The Underground Market

@choi siwon Himchan would've replied with some snarky, half assed comment meant to save himself some embarrassment but the smoke suddenly filling his vision and lungs stops him. It sends him into a rather violent coughing fit that has him reeling back a few steps from the doctor in order to escape. Of course he wasn't jealous!! Kim Himchan doesn't get jealous!! He's just annoyed that some brat had managed to accomplish what he couldn't!! He'd fully planned to tell the doctor that too, once he recovered from his coughing fit. Unfortunately, and isn't it just Himchan's lucky, the old man chooses that very moment to smack the younger male in the shoulder; his injured shoulder. Which causes the merchant to let out a pained howl before his instinctively reaching for one of his pistols only to find the holster on his hip missing. Ah yes, that's right. He'd been cleaning them before his little rendezvous with the little executioner there. So instead he just settles for glaring dangerously at the doctor as soft curses and pained whines leave his heart shaped lips. "I'm not an idiot you know..." Is his reply, spoken softly in a low murmur after what feels like ages. A doctor Siwon may be but the young merchant likes to pride himself on his limited medical knowledge and he happens to know the difference between self inflicted wounds and those received via some sort of confrontation. The wounds covering Minpha's arms are most definitely self inflicted. "He's the executioner...sure....gets into fight all the time. But I've never seen anyone get close enough to lay a strike on him...besides...you and I both know what self inflicted wounds look like." The older male had treated Himchan for them several times after all. It'd been the only way for Himchan to /feel/ anything besides despair when he was young, save his brief visits where he was conscious with the doctor, and his own arms had once been covered with lacerations of all kinds. He even still has a few scars to remind him of that time. "So don't try and tell me that he got those in fights. Don't patronize me like that. It's insulting." If Siwon doesn't want to tell him how the kid got those cuts that's fine, he couldn't care less. But he'll be damned if the doctor is gonna lie like that to his face and get away with.

@∤ kim himchan Siwon let the other inch in closer, removing his hand and tilting his neck so the younger could see the old scars, smirking when he backed away with a growl. "What, jealous you couldn't bite me?", he teased and blew some smoke into the others face. "Don't let it trouble you, K- Minpha is one crazy little .", he explained, a mocking attempt to appease the other; and a dangerous slip of tongue which the doctor artfully smoothed over as if nothing odd had been said at all. Ah.. these bunch of brats. Always causing trouble for him. He smirked. Then, he broke out into a laugh and playfully smacked the others arm. Coincidentally, it was the injured one, but that wasn't going to kill him. "You'll be fine, as long as brat nr. 2 doesn't stab you in the other shoulder.", he joked and slowly, leisurely dragged his eyes across the other, assessing the level of dirtiness. As he tied the last knot on the brat's sling, the cigarette being held in place by his thin lips, his brow quirked at the others reaction to the youngest's wounds. "What are you panicking about." Clearly, Siwon was as relaxed as ever even after seeing the wounds. Then again, he had known they were there in the first place, unlike this one here. The sling was done and so was his cigarette. Spitting out the burned out little stubble he squatted down and picked the still unconscious male up. Siwon had the Japanese with one warm, carrying him at his side as he stood up again. Minpha was quite thin so he didn't have any trouble. Well, Siwon was quite strong so whether Minpha was thin or not didn't really matter. Only when he was standing again did his lips quirk into a small smile. "He's an executioner, Himchan.", he said slowly, as if explaining to a child. "Even if he wasn't, he gets into a couple fights." He was implying the wounds come from his little battles, this was a lie and Siwon didn't bother to try and sound convincing. Whoever asked would get the same answer, Minpha'd just gotten a bit sliced up in his fights. The same wounds and scars could be found under all his bandages. Siwon had only removed the soiled bandages from one arm, the executioner still had them around his other arm, his neck and his legs. Only his torso remained (mostly) free of scars.

@choi siwon "He did what? How in the world did he even get close enough to you to do that?" Seriously though how had the kid managed to do such a thing? Himchan likes to consider himself a pretty decent fighter and even he hadn't been able to get such a lucky shot in on the old man. Every time it'd seem like he'd come close to getting a one up on Siwon the older male would put him in his place real quick. In fact Himchan has a hard time believing Siwon so he narrows his eyes a bit as he leans forward to examin the man's neck, only to see the faint scars. He lets out an annoyed growl and pulls away from the doctor with a huff. That kind of hurts his ego just a bit. "This arm is fine I'm talking about my injured one, the one that had a sword through it's shoulder? How am I supposed to shower like this?" Despite his words the merchant allows the doctor to poke and prode him as he pleases. It's rare for Himchan to be pampered in such a way, specially for this man, now that he's an adult so he savors it as much as he can. "I don't care if /that/ kid doesn't mind the blood /I/ do and I'd like to get it cleaned off as quickly as I can." Himchan watches Siwon curiously as he bends down to the kid, wondering what he's doing, only to gasp softly in shock as the bandages are removed to reveal dozens of scars and fresh wounds. The hand of his uninjured arm covers his mouth in shock. "Wha...what happened to him? Siwon why are his arms like that?"

@kim himchan The old m- Siwon sniffed and rubbed his stubble beard, slightly embarrassed by the others words- he took them and the chuckles as a compliment and it was feeding his tremendous ego. Hands shoved in his pockets, he fished out a cigarette and a lighter, sticking the death stick between his lips as brat nr. 1 came towards him. He smirked at the praise, but quirked a brow when the patient started to wipe him off- his actions weren't actually getting blood off of his clothes, it was just smearing it around. But oh well, the stuff was ruined anyway. Siwon puffed out a large cloud of smoke. "Well, he's pretty easy to handle now. When I first met him.. boy, that was a pain in the . You know he once tried to rip my throat out with his teeth? Nearly succeeded too." A smile crept onto his lips and his gaze rested on Minpha's unmoving, unconscious body, as if reminiscing about a fond memory. Subconsciously, the fingers not holding his cigarette moved to brush against a patch of skin on his neck, where faded scars could be seen if one looked closely. Turning his attention back to Himchan, his brows furrowed and he began to examine the others /other/ arm. "Why? What's wrong with that arm?", he asked and reached out for the unharmed limb, starting to bend and poke and squeeze it as he inspected it for any sign of a malfunction. "Hmm.. seems fine. And Minpha won't need a bath, he likes blood so he'll be fine. Oh! That reminds me-" Letting go of the younger's arm he reached down to the executioner. Not bothering to be delicate with the youngest of the three, he removed the bandage that had been wrapping Minpha's left arm, revealing a limb covered in scars, some new, some already faded with time and some wounds that had just closed up enough to stop bleeding. "We can use this as a sling for your arm.", Siwon stated simply and started to wrap it around Himchan, quickly creating a make-shift support.

@choi siwon Why is it that every time he's around the doctor he seems to be in some sort of pain or life threatening situation? Honestly it worries Himxhan a little. Not as much as the current situation, which is a giant pain in the and intensely painful, but he's still a bit worried. Either way he's happy to be off that wall even if he hurts far worse tha he had and he wasnt too sure how they were gonna get the sword out of him without causing more damage. In fact he's so happy he tries to cling to Siwon and lets a small disappointed whine when hs's forced to let him go. (time skip) Himchan was so ing thankful that was over and he was even more thankful for the anesthetics he always makes sure to keep in stock. It's be a cut in sales but at least he'd been completely numb during the entire ing thing. Though now that everything is fixed, including his merve emdings having been reattached, feelings is slowly coming back into his arm. Which means he's going to be in for one long and painful recovery. His attention switches focus as he notices the squirming form in Siwon's hold and cant help but smile softly. He even lets out a few softly laughs as the old man practically pile drives the kid, making him pass out. "Ya know...I find it hard to believe that after almost 18 years of knowing you, you still manage to surprise me." Himchan states with a chuckle as he slides off the table and walks towards Siwon. "I never would've thought, despite having had my own handed to me several time thanks to you, that you'd be capable of taking down the executioner so easily." He hums softly in thought as a hand reaches out to attempt to wipe some of his blood off Siwon's clothing. "I guess he really is just a kid huh? As normal as anyone else here." Himchan takes a moment to look all three of them over and grimaces a bit. "We need to bathe, get all this blood off us. Ah but its gonna be so difficult to get clean with my arms like this..."

@kim himchan Siwon grinned at Himchan's behaviour. That's right, this one had his cute sides too. He liked him most when he was about to die. He couldn't help but laugh. The first thing he complained about, was that he was hungry? Really, maybe this wasn't such a bad day after all. An amused twinkle shimmered in his eyes as the other continued to act out, whining and begging for his help. Once more, he grinned. "Worried about payment?", Siwon asked as he rolled up his sleeves and stepped closer to examine the damage the little monster had done. Looked pretty ty. "Don't worry, I'm getting reimbursed for this by someone else." Smiling at the skewered male, he gently removed the others hand from the hilt of the sword, quirking a brow when he saw how the hilt was pressed up right against the wound. Amused, he turned to look at Minpha. "Look at you, you did quite a good job with this one~ You're learning aren't you? Good, good. Come over here, I'll praise you.", he cooed and waved the other over. Naturally, Minpha ignored him, his teeth clamping down on his lower lip as his glare darkened. Looking truly hurt, Siwon simply clicked his tongue and turned back to Himchan. He was referring to how the executioner had positioned his wakizashi. By applying pressure on the wound with the hilt, he was fairly effectively stopping Himchan from bleeding out excessively. It looked like the manager scolding him for accidentally killing too many people he was just supposed to hurt, had proved effective. Siwon made quick work of the situation at hand. Wrapping one arm around Himchan to support him, the other on the hilt of the sword.. he ripped them both away from the wall. Now he was going to need some help. "Minpha, you cute little thing, get your over here, will you?" Utterly humiliated, the executioner waddled over and, already knowing what to do, grabbed onto his wakizashi so that it didn't unexpectedly move while Siwon picked Himchan up and carried him to the counter Minpha had cleared moments before. [time skip] The treatment was done, Himchan was patched up as best was possible at the moment and Minpha was covered in even more blood. And the doctor... the doctor was having the time of his life. He had the bloody, thrashing Minpha trapped in his arms, upside down with his legs up in the air and his face was steadily starting to redden. How had this happened, you ask? Well, the little monster had started to mouth off and had almost- almost succeeding in sticking a sword into Siwon as well. This was punishment for fooling around. "You're going to behave now, right Minpha?" The doctor got angry shrieks in response, so he shook his victim around a little and /accidentally/ let his head bang against the floor a few times. Minpha wasn't frail and there shouldn't be any consequences from him losing a few more brain cells. "You're a good little monster, aren't you?", he cooed, as if talking to a rebellious puppy. Minpha bit him in the leg. The doctor let out a surprised yell, dropped Minpha- on the head, again- and the executioner effectively passed out. "Phew!", Siwon called out comically and beamed at Himchan. "He's a little hard to deal with, isn't he?"

@choi siwon The sweet embrace of unconsciousness was tempting Himchan when the tinging of the shop's doorbell startled him from his stupor, causing his head to snap up in a painful fashion as he turned to see who'd entered his undefended shop. The poor merchant had expected it to be thieves wanting to capitalize on what they thought would be easy looting of the poor, poor victim to the executioner. But what he was greeted with had him sighing in relief. "Old man!!" He exclaims happily, squirming ever so slightly in an attempt to get closer to the last person he'd thought he'd see today. "I am so happy to se...is that the little brat that did this to me slung over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes?" It's a rather incredulous sight really. The big bad executioner flailing about helplessly as he's all but manhandled by a man more than twice his age. It's not really a surprise though. Himchan has known Siwon for quite a long time and had his own encounters with how unsuspectingly powerful the doctor could be. It's one of the many reasons why he chooses to stay on the man's good side. "Siwon-ah, old man please get me down from here. I'm so hungry and everything hurts..." He whines softly, free hand reaching out towards his old friend as the more childish side of his personality comes out. He can't even really be ashamed of it. Not when he's so, so, so unbelievably happy to see the other. "I'll do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. Just please help me."
His free hand comes to rest on the hilt of the sword as he stares up at the man with a look he hasn't had since he was a small child. Or rather, it's a look he hasn't had since he was a small, terrified child who just had his first visit to said doctor after a rather violent introduction with his new master. A look Himchan hadn't given anyone since that day as he'd been far to jaded by that encounter to have such a childish demeanor ever since. "I feel like I'm dying Siwon...please...." The old man can laugh, tease, never let Himchan live it down, whatever he chooses to do. Himchan is far past caring about appearances. All he wants to do is get down off this godforsaken sword and get patched up. Since begging is all he can do in this situation that's exactly what he resorts to, though if he were to be honest he isn't even really acting a part. He literally is this desperate for the doctor's help and he knows that Siwon realizes this even if their sulking third party doesn't.

@kim himchan // I totally forgot about the two hours thing in your post... lets just say.. minpha spent two hours window-shopping before leaving the market
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@kim himchan // not entrance --> *exit

@kim himchan Somehow, he could sense that this was going to be a troublesome day. It started from his hammock giving in in the morning, making him tumble awake in a rather painful manner and then it continued to the most unpleasant existence in Toshima bothering him in the afternoon- The Manager. They had been working on... things.. together for some time, but that didn't mean Siwon had gotten used to how ed up the guy was. It really was no wonder Minpha had turned out the way he had. Anyway, following the manager's instructions like a good little lapdog, he had positioned himself outside the underground market and was leaning against some rubble, smoking a cigarette. A short while later, he saw the executioner enter the market, looking as adorable as ever. Siwon had a thing for small, feisty things. The executioner wasn't especially small actually, he was of average height for a Japanese male.. but, that attitude of his had Minpha forever embedded into his mind as that teeny tiny, fluffy thing that would chop your head off at any given moment. If that wasn't adorable, what was? The best way to describe the picture the resident physician had of the executioner, it would probably be the monster book of monsters from Harry Potter. Anyways, Siwon continued to pursue his goal of dying from smoking, lighting up one stick after the other as he waited for the executioner to come back out. The manager hadn't actually told him what to do, but he had a pretty good idea. As always, he'd be cleaning up the mess this little monster left. A while later Minpha indeed emerged, looking pissed off and he was soaked in blood. Great. Sighing to himself, Siwon ran a hand through his hair and then emerged from the shadows, coming to a stop before the other. "Alright then, Minpha. Let's go back inside now, shall we?", he said and before the surprised teen could do anything he had the oh-so-feared executioner tossed over his shoulder and was carrying the screaming bundle back inside. Of course, he had made sure to disarm him first, so, he had a psycho in one hand and a sword in the other. The sight must have been very strange as people couldn't stop staring at the odd pair. Minpha had resigned himself to his fate and was sulking.

Why did the pacifist doctor have such control over the blood-thirsty Minpha? It was quite simple, he'd smacked the kid around a bit when Minpha had chosen to pick on him, thereby showing him how easily he could overpower the other. To put it simply, the executioner had a losing streak against the doctor. Whistling a children's song to himself, he stepped into the shop Minpha had guided him to, eyes widening in shock.. and amusement when he saw Himchan pinned to a wall and looking as dead as ever. "Hello there, brat! Well ain't this a charming surprise, one brat against the other" Siwon's laugh rang through the underground market as he set Minpha down. Naturally, the executioner tried to flee the scene, but the doctor had expected that and yanked the teen back by his conveniently long hair. Minpha was... beyond embarrassed. He'd had such a cool entrance only for the stupid, stupid, stupid doctor to make him come back here and lose face. Hidden behind his mask his cheeks had flushed as he glared daggers at both Himchan and Siwon. Weaponless and chained by his hair to the stupid doctor, he had no where to go and nothing to do. Just out of spite, he kicked the old man. He was ignored and advised to take a seat on the counter and not go anywhere. Minpha did just that, arms crossed, legs crossed, still sulking and was now glaring at a poor, innocent pistol that was hanging from the wall of the shop.

@minpha -the executioner- Well this situation had not gone at all how Himchan had envisioned it would. Then again about half the plans he'd come up with ended with him dying so he guesses he can count this among one of the "successes". Even if he is stuck skewered to a wall with little to no chance of getting out of it by himself. "Well ..." He mutters softly, not even attempting to move. The thought does cross his mind, him squirming around in an attempt to wiggle the sword free or just grabbing onto the hilt and pulling. But he isn't a complete and utter moron, despite what his actions may have one think. No he realizes the angle he himself would pull the sword out would just injure the limb further. He's already risking losing complete control of it he doesn't want to wind up having to have the whole damned thing amputated. "At least it doesn't hurt any more..." He muses, thinking that either shock is taking over and causing the numbness or all the nerve endings in the damaged areas have been severed, rendering them useless. Blood loss doesnt even cross his mind as something to worry about. The sword will do a good job of stopping any blood flow and given enough time the blood will clot naturally around it effectively sealing it closed. Though it WILL make it harder to dislodge said sword from his body once that happens. No he's focused on trying to get out of this situation and trying to keep looters away from his merchandise while his plan comes to fruition. But first he takes a few minutes, about an hour, to shout every obscenity he knows at the ceiling, Though the thought to curse the young boy never crosses his mind. He's angry at him, sure, but the merchant is far more angry at himself for allowing the situation to escalate the way it did. At least now he knows to keep his temper in check whenever the executioner is around, do his best not to point out the obvious sore spots the younger male has. To not "push his buttons" as some would say.
It takes Himchan all of two hours after his initial breakdown to realize that he might want to start panicking. No one had come for him and no one had stepped foot into the store since his visitor exited. 'Bunch of cowards.' He thinks to himself as he sags back against the wall. His shoulder aches, stomach is grumbling, legs, thighs, calves, and feet all hurt. A part of him keeps expecting to come back, surely they can't be finished. At the very least the boy would return for his sword. It's his signature item after all and Himchan is almost certain it was a gift from The Manager. Something so precious wouldn't just be so callously left, would it? At any rate Himchan now realizes he'll most likely be stuck here for the foreseeable future, slowly dying of thirst and or hunger and becomes resigned to that fact. It's not how he'd always pictured he'd go, no he'd always pictured something far more flashy and impressive, but there's nothing he can do about just. So he just leans back against the wall, face tilted towards the ceiling, and waits.

@kim himchan Minpha was in absolute control of this situation, he rarely wasn't. With his target skewered and pinned to the wall, the executioner did not appreciate it when the smuggler kept mouthing off. Baffled by this guy's stubborn and stupefyingly rebellious behaviour he couldn't help it when a snigger escaped him. Minpha knew he was a rash person, who more often than not did things without thinking about it beforehand. He didn't mind this part about his himself, if someone pissed him off.. regardless for what petty reason.. he was going to act on it. There was a reason why the executioner was so feared in Toshima. Just like anyone else, he didn't like to be labelled demeaning things, such as "brat", "kid" or "child". He wanted to be taken seriously and if you didn't, then you were going to regret it. As Himchan was going to regret this. Minpha grit his teeth angrily. "You're right..", he admitted after the other was done talking, a smirk hidden behind his mask. "Daddy didn't say to kill you, just to scratch you up a bit.. and warn you~" Just for added emphasis, he gave his wakizashi a violent jerk. Calling him a 'child' hadn't helped the others situation. "Daddy knows everything you are doing..", he mused, an excited twinkle in his eye. "And he would appreciate it, if you stayed away from drugs." [can we just say, that himchan started dabbling with drug smuggling recently?] "If you don't.. I'm coming for you again and I'm going to kill you then... without playing, as you don't seem to like it..~" There was a shockingly fake ring of disappointment in his tone as he spoke. Thinking back to what the other had said about candy again, Minpha laughed once more, glancing away from the man as if unable to control his amusement. Nobody had ever tried to bribe him with sweets before. He did like them, but not /that/ much. Anyways, he needed to wrap this thing up. "I.. will let you go now, prey.", he hummed, pushing his wakizashi in deeper so Himchan had the hilt against the open wound and the blade was firmly wedged into the wall behind him. "I'm leaving this behind", he stated simply, giving his wakizashi a tiny shake to signal he was referring to the sword. Stepping away from the man, his white T-shirt now soaked in the others blood, he picked up a wakizashi that had been on display in the others store. His long, grey hair lay messily over his shoulders, his eyes dark and void of any spark, Minpha raised the sword and peered at the store-keeper one last time. "Hope you don't mind me taking this~", he mused and his heels, hopping over the counter to leisurely stroll out of the stall. Minpha was childish, Minpha was spoilt and he felt very satisfied with his little revenge. If only he could hang around and watch the other as he tried to get out of his cute little predicament.. Oh well. "Hey you.", Minpha called out to a random person cowering behind a box, making him flinch violently. "Call Siwon over. It's best if he gets here quickly~" Who knows, Himchan might die from bloodloss.. and daddy had strictly forbidden him from killing the guy (yet).

@minpha -the executioner- Searing pain tears through Himchan as the younger male twists the sword, tearing ligaments and severing arteries. The dual wielder would be lucky if he got out of this with his arm still intact, let alone his life. He does not, however, show that he is in pain. Instead he bites the inside of his cheeks and glares harder at the other. An eye rolls is all Minpha is rewarded for his efforts. Amusement and annoyance replacing the fear Himchan had once felt. "You're right. You're not a kid.." He forces out, another coughing fit taking over him. His head turns to the side and he spits out a few moutfuls of blood, his breath coming in short wheezing pants. "You're a child. A spoiled child who gets upset when things don't go their way." Thats the gist Himchan had gotten from the boy anyways. A child who likes to play with people and whom gets angry when they dont want to play in return. "You wont let me go. But you arent here to kill me either. If you were sent here to do that you'd have done it already, not wasted both our time with this little game." He'd seen this young man take many a targets life ocer the years after all. It was always bloody, the boy always looked as if he were playing with his victim a little. But they'd never been this drawn out. "Now let me down, help me to Siwon to get patched up, and I'll treat you to some of the finest sweets in the city. Ones ever you 'father' can't get you." The young merchant knows he's taking a big risk calling the boy's bluff like this but...what does he have to lose? His life isn't valuable, all he has to his name will just be take by the Manager none of it will go to waste. On the off chance he's right and the kid IS just playing with him he could earn himself a rather interesting ally. Or at least get to live another day.

@kim himchan A winning sneer appeared on his lips, although it was - as always - hidden by his mask as the other started coughing blood. His expression darkened not even a second later as his prey started to.. no.. /dared/ to reprimand him! Minpha flinched a teeny tiny bit at the others sudden growl. He wasn't scared, Minpha didn't get scared, he was just surprised and found himself staring up at the other with large, perplexed eyes. Hmm.. He had a point.. He hadn't actually called him a kid... Minpha furrowed his brows in thought. Had that been unnecessary then..? Oh well, he'd come to execute him anyway~ He didn't appreciate being growled at though and as punishment, twisted his sword just a teeny tiny bit. His sword twisted a little more when he was called a moron. The executioner had himself gnawing on his lower lip, upset, angry and sulking at the insult he received. He glared right back at his prey that dared to mouth off at him. The Japanese was.. very pissed off. So pissed off, his haematophilia didn't even kick in. However, strangely enough, the others lecturing was making him more upset than angry. It's not like he didn't like candy.. "Whatever!", he screamed, interrupting the other with his outburst. "I like candy too!" His statement was fairly out of context, but that was the best Minpha could come up with in his defence. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed once more, his grip on the wakizashi tightening as he forcefully twisted it a little more. "I.. am not a kid..", he whispered threateningly. "And you better watch your tongue, prey~" A light-hearted tone had returned to him, but his gaze was still angry and cold. "I can do what I like with you.. I could even.. let you go..", he murmured, a hidden sneer on his lips. The sword was twisted more.

// nuuh nuuh you're doing great boo <3 //

@minpha -the executioner- Himchan was really starting to hate his life at the moment. He'd done something to set the kid off, he has an idea as to what, actually he's fairly certain, but apologizing wouldn't help him now. The boy had already advanced upon him, the shining sword easily piercing his abdomen with a sickening squelch. His head falls back against the hardwood of the shack walls, mouth open in a silent cry. Instinctively his hands come up to grip the exposed section of the blade, not to pull it out for that would be stupid but rather to prevent himself from leaning on it. That would just cut deeper into him and any more would risk serious injury. His head falls forward eventually as short coucghs wrack his body, blood spilling from his mouth. "Shi......Did I SAY anything about you being a kid?" He all but growls out once he gathers his faculties. Its not smart but the younger male's attitude and reasoning for ing stabbing him kinda pisses him off. "I hadn't even. People LIKE candy. People of all ages you moron. I offered you that because its rather popular." He glares daggers at the smaller, all fear gone and replaced with blinding fury. "But ya know what? Yeah. I DO think you're a kid. Because only a kid would do something so emotionally driven!!"

(Pls dun kill me!!!)

@kim himchan If Minpha was a three year old, this would be disneyland for him right now. He was as happy as could be. How could he not? He finally got to do something he truly liked again. He enjoyed teasing his prey. Without shifting his gaze from the other, he pursed his lips in thought. "I want to carry it... on my side.", he finally concluded, getting very into his little act and also interested in the item his prey thought suitable for solving his dilemma. Just to a little more, Minpha moved to sit on Himchan's side of the counter, his legs crossed as he sat perched on the edge, his shiny, freshly sharpened wakizashi resting in his lap. This guy was wonderful, he practically oozing fear, making Minpha narrow his eyes at him, not as a glare, but in sheer amusement. His piercing stare broke at his suggestion. What? Direct him to his shop? The executioner couldn't help but laugh at the guy's desperate and ridiculous attempt to get him to leave and slipped off of the counter. He twitched at the other's second suggestion. "Candy..?", he parroted slowly, his large grey eyes narrowing into a stinging glare. "Just because you're a little taller than me..", he seethed, clearly hurt by the other's suggestion, "just because you get to keep your hair short.. you think I'm a kid?", he sneered, eyes - and wakizashi - flashing dangerously as he brought his sword forward in one swift motion, penetrating the shop-keeper. Minpha didn't care much for his appearance, but he'd had enough of people looking down on him for looking a bit girly and being a bit young. I mean, he wasn't /that/ young! He was 16! Practically an adult! Naturally, all who dared to poke fun at him were long gone and their remains were spread across all of Toshima. His wakizashi had piercing through the side of Himchan's abdomen, pinning him to the back of the shop. It wasn't a lethal strike, it was just meant to hurt. The executioner was upon him now and the smile had returned to his lips.

//well.. that certainly escalated quickly ;; //

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@minpha -the executioner- Normally Himchan wasn't one to brown nose. He'd done enough of it early on in his life to survive he'd becoming all but sick of it. Still, despite his disdain for up Himchan does find himself in situations every so often where he has no other option. This would be one of those times. Then again he'd probably have done anything to stay on the good side of the younger boy now perched atop his counter. Anything to avoid feeling the cold sting of that wakizashi.
Himchan knows exactly what the young man is talking about. He happens to know someone who could supply him with such an item. Though he'd have to get close enough to the younger male in order to take some measurements so that the item will fit him correctly. "I...may...know of a gentleman who creates such an item. He would need to know your preference however. Would you like to carry your wakizashi at your side...or on your back?" Himchan has NO idea how to tell this kid he has to measure him. He's too terrfied himself to get too close, having backed up to nearly the other side of the room when the boy sat down. He's aware his fear and neevousness is howing now. The other wouldn't be so calm if it werent. This is a game after all and Minpha is very much aware he's winning. "I'm sure my friend could supply you with the item you need. Would you like me to point you in the direction of his shop? Or...perhaps um...uh candy? My neighbor makes wonderful homemade sweets. We could go get some..." Himchan is just stalling now, trying his best to inch his way towards the door to his backroom. His pistols are there, along with an alternate exit. Maybe he can get out and disappear into the crowd before the male before him can catch up.

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@kim himchan // this place IS M-rated darling~ //

It had been a while since daddy had sent him out on a mission. Ever since he'd been sent of to participate in this stupid game, daddy had barely been talking to him. He said if he did, he might impart crucial information to him.. accidentally and thereby give him an advantage. Who was daddy? Why, the one everyone else called the manager, of course. To Minpha, participating in this game was a waste of time, so getting some 'time off' made him quite happy. It seemed his target was a merchant in the underground market, a merchant who had been getting his hands on all kinds of things and selling them to all kinds of people. And daddy didn't like that, so Minpha got to teach him a lesson. Yay for that! His wakizashi resting on his shoulder, ready to swing and cut someone in half, Minpha leisurely approached the entrance to the - literally - underground market, peeking his head through the door as he stared into the large hall with large, innocent eyes. "This is the underground market, right?", he asked a random stranger, peering up at them. They confirmed and Minpha slipped inside. The moment he did, the entire market fell silent, heads turning to stare at the young man who was unmistakably The Executioner. The crowd parted like the red sea before him, causing a delighted chuckle to slip out of him. Hmm~ this was a good day, he thought to himself, a smile perched neatly on his lips albeit it was hidden by the hygiene mask he wore. He could not wait to meet his prey.

Glancing left and right, he needed a while till he found the shop he was looking for and quietly slipped inside, the only sound the bell that announced his arrival. Wakizashi in hand, Minpha waited for his prey to emerge from the back. He looked rather agitated.. and then just.. scared. "Hello~", he called out sweetly, his eyes crinkling into an eye-smile. "You're the one who wants to get chopped up, right?", he continued, just as casually as if he were asking for directions. His eyes began to twinkle in amusement as his prey began his bargain. It wasn't rare for his victims to try and buy him off, but what truly amused him was the act his prey put on. Trying to be brave~ it was kind of cute. The slight tremble in his voice betrayed him. Well, Minpha had time and his prey wasn't going anywhere, so he figured he'd play along just for fun. He could smell his prey's fear and it delighted him. One step after the other, the executioner approached, his wakizashi once again resting on his shoulder with the blade glinting in the dim lighting. "Really~~?", he asked in fake astonishment, his eyes widening slightly at the man's proposal. "So here's the thing..", he began, comfortably perching himself on the counter and within his sword's reach of his prey. "I don't like scabbards, I want to lop someone's head off without having to unsheathe my wakizashi.. but.. having to hold it in my hand all the time is a pain too..", he continued, pursing his lips under his mask. "Any ideas?"

@minpha -the executioner- (If Minpha is gonna get violent might wanna make this M rated.)

Himchan was about ready to kill someone. Between over indulgent old men who didn't want to buy anything but instead wanted to stand around oodgling his and cocky upstarts who thought they were slick enough to steal from his stall, they all learnt rather painfully that they weren't, he'd had enough. The last straw had been some brat running off with one of his more expensive firearms, an intact long range rifle with a working scope, that he'd had to chase after for an hour while one of the other shop owners was kind enough to was his stall for him. The chase had left him tired, muddy, bruised and scraped, and in a real foul mood. So he'd let out a loud, "GET THE HELL OUT WE'RE ING CLOSED!!" and shot off a few rounds from one of his pistols into the air to clear the store of patrons before flipping the sign to closed and heading to the back to take count of his stock. He'd just gotten relaxed in what he'd call the most uncomfortable chair ever made when the soft "ting" of his shop door opening and Himchan feels his rage ignite with renewed fury. With a low growl he slams his hands on his table, pushing his chair back violently as he stands up and stomps into the adjoining room. Had his pistols been within reach he'd have pointed them at the patron but as is he just freezes in shock. For there, standing in the middle of his shop looking as innocent as can be in none other than The Manager's Executioner Minpha. The ebony haired male feels his blood run cold in fear. There's really only one reason this man would be in his shop and while Himchan had always figured the male would come for him one day...he hadn't thought it'd be so soon. However he doesn't let his fear show and instead makes his way behind the shop counter with a sweet smile on his face. "Ah...hello...is there something I can help you with? A new hilt for your sword perhaps? Or maybe a new sheath?" His voice shakes slightly as he speaks, betraying his slight fear. "It's not everyday I get such a...well known visitor~ I'd love to treat you to some of the best items I have in stock if you'd allow me~" Himchan had always found that people respond best to bribery and sweet talking. Perhaps if he butters the younger male up enough he'll spare him from whatever punishment The Manager has sent him to dole out.