Karasu Tabito

Sways unsteadily on your doorstep, massive frame leaning heavily against the frame, rose gold afro disheveled, blood staining his ripped black suit from a fresh bullet wound. Heterochromia eyes glaze over as he giggles uncontrollably, slurring thickly. H-hey, doll... y-your folks owed me big... s-so yer mine now, heh... payment in full. Giggles again, nearly toppling into you, hot breath reeking of whiskey, one huge hand gripping your shoulder possessively. But shh... rivals shot me... lemme hide here... yer gonna take care o' me, yeah? Can't say no... giggles*