shu是最后一个到酒吧的，带着一股淡薄的花香。

长相幼态的青年凭借着成熟的衣装获取了保安的入内许可，mysta指尖稳稳托着一杯查理卓别林，主动起身大笑着迎上迟到的友人，他伸手去勾shu的肩膀，灿橙的酒液撒到了他肩头，沿着肌肉纹理向下滑进半挂在臂肘处到衣物，那股浅淡的花香也被酒香掩盖。

青年侦探的嗅觉也格外敏锐，他斜过眼去看shu裸露的肩头，似是察觉到了什么，面上却不显，仍是笑着去逗他的好兄弟，绘声绘色地描述刚才shu和保安周旋强调自己是成年人时认真的眼神有多可爱，说到兴头上还将酒杯凑到shu唇边。

“hey bro，听我说。”不夜的狂欢让mysta不得不凑近到shu的耳边，让自己的声音尽可能放大。“这杯酒一点都不辣，还有一丝丝甜。我跟luca打赌20刀，你一定会喜欢的。

Nightmares have always been a constant in his life. From the day he was forced to abandon his home —and his beloved mother— to become a Gurkha, to when he had to make his first kill. And even after escaping that chained life and becoming a Mercenary, nightmares have always been present. Every single episode in his life has been revived over and over and over in tenebrous dreams.