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Hajime shivered slightly at the sight of the person he was supposed to introduce himself to… He was tall, freakishly tall at that… His fur was black, as black as the deep and dark night itself. A sharp white patterned the fur of his muzzle, ear tips, paws, under-tail, and hair which was done in a mohawk. His ears were big and torn, standing tall on his head and littered with piercings. His eyes were red, dull, and empty although appearing full of uncertainty and a little bit of rage.
He wore a white shirt, splattered with red. The substance of which Hajime couldn’t place. Over that shirt, was a black leather jacket that was studded with metal spikes over the shoulders and pockets, the sleeves torn off. On his jacket were many pins of bands, or just cool images. His pants were black ripped jeans, the black and white leg fur peeking through the tears. He wore two belts, one spiked and the other studded. The pants were tucked into large black leather boots, the laces strung through small pieces of silver.
He wore black, fingerless, leather gloves that reached halfway to his elbow with reddened spikes at the joints. Decorating his long fingers were many golden rings, their sizes and engravings differencing one from the other. On his wrists were spiked black cuffs, the spikes also stained with red... Other bracelets were only studded or had buckles. His arms were scared, the fur around the flesh looked rough, one of them ran from his shoulder to his neck, poking out of the top off his shirt. Settling on the base of his throat was a spiked collar and just above that were silver chokers.
His face was littered with piercings, small gold round ones around his eye brows, lips, and the bases of his ears. His ears held most of the piercings. They housed rooks, conches, inner conches, helixes, snugs, many different lobes, daiths, ect... Some were studs, hooped, long, some were flat or designed. He even had nose piercings (shocker). A large gold one front and center, two studs on either side, and two hooped ones on either side. Even ones on his lips... A labret, Medusa, canine bites, and snake bites. He had a bridge piercing and a third eye.
Across his face was a big, long, ugly scar that ran from his chin to his left brow. The scar made him many leagues scarier, which Hajime thought was impossible… His eyes traveled to his back, which held a black and red skateboard strapped to it. He looked down and saw his boots had wheels, along with more reddened spikes.
Hajime looked towards Nagito who turned and shrugged, about to go up and talk to the guy, only for a deep gruff voice to stop him before he could even take a step forward.
“Can I fuckin’ help you two?” The two teens snapped their heads back at him, Hajime yelping under his sudden glare. The person before them gave an ugly and irritated sneer, his eyes digging into Hajime’s.
“P-Pardon..?” Hajime sputtered, taking a step back.
“I said, can I fuckin’ help you two?” The person repeated angrily, the claws on his right hand unsheathing.
“You’ve been starin’ for a good fucking minute, and you better either turn-tail or give me a reason why!” He spat, leaning forward and tilting his head, angry tears beginning to prick at his eyes, his ears flopping to the side. Hajime didn’t respond, too consumed by confusion and slight fear to form a sentence.
“Well, normie?!” He stared into Hajime’s eyes, his pupils shaking.
“We were just looking for an introduction, heheh…” Nagito said nervously, waving his hands.
“Oh.” The anger from the male seemed to vanish in an instant and was replaced with an awkward feeling and incredibly slight welcome. He stood up straight, his claws sliding back to their shorter stature.
“Spades. You don’t get my last name.” His nose twitched and he looked away, hooking his thumbs into his belts.
“What about your talent…?” Nagito raised a brow.
“Why do you fuckin’ care?! I gave you what I want you to call me! Either tell me your name or fuck the hell off!” And he was angry again, his ears folding back against his head as his left eye twitched. Nagito yelped and quickly introduced himself.
“I-I’m Nagito K-Komaeda! Pleasure to meet you!” Nagito stammered, looking away. Spades huffed and turned to Hajime, making him flinch.
“It’s Hajime Hinata..! I can’t seem to remember my talent..” Spades sneered at him but nodded.
“Okay. You got your introduction. Leave now.” He crossed his arms, turning his snout to the sky.
“Oh… We were actually wondering if you’d come with us to say hello to the others…” Nagito scratched at his cheek. Hajime whipped his head to look at him, his eyes wide and brows furrowed. Spades narrowed his eyes at Nagito, mouth falling open slightly as he studied his face.
“Fine. But if you two are annoying I’m fucking off, got it?!” He yelled, eyes widening, pupils shrinking. Nagito nodded rapidly and Spades seemed to calm down.
“Kay, where do you wanna go…?” Nagito grinned and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the airport, Hajime following along.