Justice and Death never got along well for obvious reasons but L.Joe and Ryoji, strangely, did. Maybe “getting along well” wasn’t the right way to describe their relationship but they certainly did tolerate one another on more than a single occasion. Well, to Ryoji, death came easily; he saw things and made things happen simply by knowing; it wasn’t pleasant, what he was made for, but at least he knew what to expect in case things got rough around the edges. Justice on the other hand… Though he couldn’t speak for L.Joe as they were different entities, he did respect the decisions in which the younger cast upon humanity. Justice was justice – the purest form of punishment. Unlike Karma, though that was supposedly another story for another time; and besides, mentioning Joon probably wasn’t a good idea at this point.

Fingers tended to the yellow scarf he wore around his neck whilst his mind wandered off to the world where everything was made possible – even sinning beyond reason. He had nothing else to do for the meantime anyway; waiting for Junhong and Death was like waiting for Time himself, not that he minded especially knowing why. He wouldn’t rule out every force out there because every one of them were just as busy as the next; they were what kept the world spinning and in existence, after all. He was no different, despite the twins that had taken his title from him. But yes, it had been a while since he had last stepped foot in Seoul. The first time he had done so, the boy who went by “Zelo” emerged in his life. Perhaps that was when his life turned for the worst – or better, who knows?

The past wasn’t something he enjoyed dwelling in but the occasion always sprung up on him in the worst of his days. Ryoji couldn’t say he despised it, however, thoughts were thoughts and no matter how painful they were then, they couldn’t hurt him any longer. In short, they were memories if anything. He supposed knowing this was what separated him from the humans, or should he say creatures of Schicksal even. The baby dragon of the third world feared and hurt just as much as the average Joe, so yes, he did wonder sometimes why he couldn’t hurt. That hadn’t made him any less of a man than he was now though, he had questions of his own, most he couldn’t even dream of coming up answers for nor finding out ever, but at the end of the day, what kept him going was knowing that there were others out there just like him. Junhong and Death. Not that their existence made him feel any better about what had been done – he was still guilty as charged but no words could reassure that his fault was put in bare minimum.

“He should be here soon…” he muttered under his breath and glanced away from the digital clock lingering over the heads of those walking by. Seoul was busy as ever, not that he expected any less, but the day wasn’t getting any younger and with L.Joe’s appearance being a little less than appeasing, Ryoji was really starting to wonder if their tolerated relationship was as steady as he had thought. Perhaps the younger had decided to not show up? Their matters weren’t quite as important anyway, and since L.Joe actually had a life outside of… well, his duties, he supposed, he wouldn’t be surprised if the man had left to do something else instead.

Dark irises glanced to the clock once more. “I guess waiting ten more minutes won’t hurt…” For someone who was left alive for as long as the Time Maker permitted, he really couldn’t think of doing anything else when he could do them later. He had all the time in the world, after all.