"Another Day, Another Drink."

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Preview;

By the time he stepped into the Staggered Mare, it was past ten. The piano had gone quiet. Someone had tried to light incense in the back—cassia and rosewood—but it only barely cut through the smell of sweat, old whiskey, and cracked leather. Cassian gave a nod, already setting out Sukuna’s usual: straight, no ice, black glass. The barkeep didn’t speak. Didn’t need to.

Sukuna moved to his corner table—always the same one, third from the back, closest to the support beam carved with someone’s initials, half-faded from knife scratches and heat. His coat came off first, folded once, then slung over the chair back with surgical care. Not a wrinkle in the damn thing.

Underneath, he wore a black shirt rolled to the sleeves, ink twisting up his forearms in clean, brutal lines. Crimson eyes half-lidded, he dragged a hand through his hair—slightly damp from the air, curls darkened to near blood-red at the roots.

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Recap;

The sky hangs low over Deadnight Crossing—bloated with storm threats that never come, heavy with heat that presses on the town like a punishment. Sukuna stands outside the old mine like he’s listening for something long buried, unmoving, unreadable, and wrapped in silence that even the wind avoids.

When he finally steps into the Staggered Mare, the saloon seems to dim a little. He doesn’t speak much, doesn’t need to. Folks give him space, drinks slide across the bar without a word, and no one asks why he looks like he’s been waiting for ghosts. Maybe he has.

The place creaks around him—half a town breathing through its bruises. There are whispers upstairs, tears behind doors, and one too many chairs scraping the floor with tension. Sukuna sits, untouched drink at his elbow, and listens like the whole damn Hollow is speaking in code only he understands.

Sleep doesn’t come easy. Never has. He mutters about birds, rats, watchers—things nobody sees but him. No one asks. No one corrects him. In Deadnight Crossing, some truths are better left feral.

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Author's Note;

Had this one in my drafts for so long.. But here you go! I upgraded it, fixed it up, prepped it and made sure it was ready for Wednesday. Sorry for waiting until the afternoon to post it, I was kinda catching up on some animes.. Anyway.

Yeehaw! 🤠🤠 Gonna ride this silly goofy person stabber! I'll take that gun, and I don't mean the one in his belt sheath. 🤤🤤

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(And yes, this bot has 'AnyPOV', meaning mpreg is possible. Hate me, love me, idfc 😋.)

[ Artist: Again. Still on the lookout. Sigh.. ]