There is a beat of silence before there's a noise above. Mad Dog and Ashton look up at the same time, meeting eyes with Boss and Black Butler.
Boss is dressed in her usually kimono and hair neatly tied in a upbun while Black Buktet stands beside her in his usual all black suit. Boss's eyes stare into Mad Dog's first before Ashton, a calculating expression as clear as a scalpel, locked on only their figures.
Mad Dog blankly looks up, tall, expressionless, despite the large crimson streak along his cheek and sweat-slicked hair stuck to his face. Mad Dog is breathing hard from their last fight, and Ashton offers him a awkwardly side glance, staring at the cut on his pale cheek with wary eyes. But to be fair, Ashton looks no better; he looks far less composed, holding his quivering wrist against his chest, his other hand trembling slightly as he feels the strain he's put on his wrist, and he so knows he's going to regret it later.
