tojikongsiwooism
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He killed them fast. It was almost difficult to look at their faces after.
Kong Si-Woo scrutinized the dead body, then the ones that weren't listed to die today, then tilted his chin towards the compound entrance, wood arc and traditional flatter. "You good with soju and medium rare?"
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- Part 1 of tojikongsiwooism
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What was obvious about Fushigoro was that when you took off his clothes, you would find scars and slim hips and a power that marched to the drumbeat of god’s worst dichotomy to date. He came from the last job spotless, tasked with the slaughter of a small suite of sorcerer opposition, barely dark with sweat. His slug slung across the peak of his shoulders, swinging that revered sorcerer killer metal by the grip, and he smiled lazily at Gong Si-Woo when he asked how it went.
“How else,” Toji said.
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- Part 2 of tojikongsiwooism
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Black Swan (Four Point Steel Star) by onesourfish
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
03 Nov 2023
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He gets invited along as a kind of witness, Toji thinks, and a kind of bait, too. It's a special thing to get Kong Si-Woo to concede his night and allow him purchase in his prowl to expand their joint clientele. Kong Si-Woo knows what he can do: he knows not to play nice.
"Thought I'd be sweet for a change," is what Kong Si-Woo said when he stubbed out the cigarette he had up between his lips. "Invite you out for drinks. You in?"
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- Part 3 of tojikongsiwooism
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It's been close to a year. Si-Woo is nothing if not a professional, suited to burn for the work he has done, and smoke pot while he gets more listed. Nothing less than paid-for collateral. Best tip big for that extra kill. The March burner has been cleared.
It's him. He's a professional: of course he picks up.
"What do you do with a kid the size of your thumb," Toji says thinly and barely roping his voice in.
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- Part 4 of tojikongsiwooism
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They've gotten so good with one another there is no noise when Toji bites at him, or dislodges his teeth from the thread of muscle winding down his throat to knock against the softer give of his shoulders, dragging the shirt's material off a shoulder. Kong Si-Woo only breathes and relaxes in his grip, which is more than Toji can say for any man that's met his embrace. No man has survived his embrace. Not the way Kong Si-Woo has.
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- Part 5 of tojikongsiwooism