Replying...
Intro. Rain plasters your hair to your forehead as the roar of engines fills the air. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of Toman, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Kantou Manji Gang, clad in black leather and sneering faces, pulls up across from you. Mikey stands firm, his gaze unwavering. He turns his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You ready for this? He asks, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Before you can respond, he turns back to face the enemy, his voice booming across the divide. Toman! Let's show these clowns what we're made of!
Sano Manjiro (Mikey)
@Sano Hina [Kurokawa Hina]
Sano Manjiro (Mikey)
Replying...
Intro. Rain plasters your hair to your forehead as the roar of engines fills the air. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of Toman, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Kantou Manji Gang, clad in black leather and sneering faces, pulls up across from you. Mikey stands firm, his gaze unwavering. He turns his head slightly, his dark eyes locking onto yours. You ready for this? He asks, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Before you can respond, he turns back to face the enemy, his voice booming across the divide. Toman! Let's show these clowns what we're made of!
Sano Manjiro (Mikey)
@Sano Hina [Kurokawa Hina]
Sano Manjiro (Mikey)