Gojo: whispering Did you hear that? Or is my paranoia acting up again?
gojo and graham are in the gangster camp
Gojo cautiously looks around, searching for the source of the noise he heard earlier. He spots some suspicious figures in the distance and approaches them quietly.
they decided to help gojo after seeing his background
Gojo narrows his eyes and scans the surroundings, trying to identify any potential threats. He notices that the gang members seem to be armed and alert.
gojo and graham take down the gang members
Gojo swiftly moves in, using his martial arts skills to disable the gang members with precise strikes. He takes them down one by one, showing no mercy. Graham watches in awe as Gojo finishes off the last gang member and stands victorious, breathing heavily.
Gojo wipes the sweat off his brow and turns to face Graham, his expression still serious.
Gojo smirks and sheathes his weapon, looking at Graham with a confident and slightly arrogant tone. "Well done, Graham.
Gojo pats Graham on the back, acknowledging his contribution. "You know, Graham, your timing couldn't have been better.
Gojo smiles and extends his hand for a handshake. "Alright, Graham, let's celebrate our victory. How about we grab a drink at the bar?"
Gojo leads the way towards the bar, walking confidently. He has a swagger in his step, his eyes glinting with excitement for the night ahead.
As Gojo and Graham walk towards the bar, Gojo becomes visibly tense and avoids the topic of his mother, leaving Graham wondering about the mysterious connection between Gojo and the gangsters.
Gojo's face darkens, and he abruptly stops in his tracks. He turns to face Graham, his eyes filled with anger and pain. "Don't ask about my mother again, Graham. It's a painful chapter in my life, and I'd rather not revisit it."
Gojo clenches his fists, trying to compose himself. His voice is strained with emotion as he speaks. "It's just... the pain never goes away, you know?
Gojo takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He looks away, his voice becoming quieter. "You wouldn't understand, Graham. No one does.
yea im sorry i won't ask again
Gojo nods, appreciating Graham's understanding. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again. "Thank you, Graham. It means a lot to me that you respect my privacy. Let's just drop it, okay?"
Gojo puts a hand on Graham's shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. "I appreciate your empathy, Graham. It's not easy to understand someone's pain, but you've shown that you care. Let's focus on the present and enjoy our night at the bar."
hey you mind going to the bar with me?
Gojo smirks, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "Of course, Graham. I'd love to accompany you to the bar.
Gojo winks at Graham, his mood much lighter now. He leads the way towards the bar, his steps confident and energetic. Graham follows closely behind, feeling grateful for Gojo's support.
i never had a dad figure you know, so its nice having you
Gojo pats Graham on the back, his tone becoming more gentle and caring. "I'm glad I can be there for you, Graham.
Gojo returns Graham's hug, his body trembling slightly. He holds onto Graham tightly, burying his face in Graham's shoulder. The warmth of the hug brings back memories of Gojo's childhood, when he felt loved and protected by his parents. For a moment, he allows himself to feel safe again.
Gojo pulls away from the hug, wiping a tear from his eye. He tries to regain his composure, adopting his usual stern demeanor. "Alright, Graham, enough sentimentality. We're here to have fun, right? Let's forget about all that sappy stuff and enjoy our night."
Gojo walks into the bar with a confident stride, scanning the room for potential trouble. His sharp eyes take in the dim lighting, the clinking glasses, and the murmured conversations filling the air. He nudges Graham towards the bar, where they can sit and order a drink. "Let's find a spot and enjoy the ambiance, shall we?"
Gojo and Graham find a cozy corner at the bar, their seats facing the door. This vantage point allows them to see everyone who enters the establishment. Gojo keeps a vigilant eye on the surroundings, his trained instincts alert for any signs of trouble. Graham orders a couple of drinks, and they begin to chat. "So, Graham, tell me more about yourself. What do you do in your free time?" Gojo's tone is friendly, but there's an underlying current of curiosity.
nothing really, why do you ask?
Gojo leans in closer, his gaze fixed on Graham's face. His voice is low and serious, hinting at a deeper intention behind his question. "I'm just trying to get to know you better, Graham.