her blind faith in fei got on his nerves a little. though... was probably just a "man's complex". he exhales a pitiful defeat beneath a small smile. "just... walking around?" was kind of boring, to be honest... though it was a pretty nice day. taking a walk wasn't such a bad idea. besides, it "endeared" her to some of the population. fans, mostly. his eyes cut into narrows at each elder that almost salivates when she walks by and engages in conversation with her briefly. "do you like fishing? kyuso's been trying to teach me. it's boring, but it feels kinda good when you catch something." especially if the fish you catch is bigger than kyuso's, heh.
he laughs a little, "don't look so down. you work harder than everyone." protecting the kisaeng was a task, sure - but the lucrative wealth that went into their pockets was from this little rascal. his eyes shift down (accidentally), before pulling up and away with a slight red tint to the tip of his ears. "not really. boss fei says he wants me to find someone in a few days after you two go to that otogakure thing. not sure why me, but..."he's probably up to something shady... is what nichiren thinks. he loved the family, but fei could be pretty underhanded. but hey, he was a good boss to the people in his family. "umm..." he's tentative about asking- maybe it's stupid? does it anyways,
"what sort of things do you like to do on your day off?"
his eyes shift to the rolled bun on the ground, slightly agape at what he'd done. speechlessly, and in a shift of cutscenes, another nikuman (as well as one for himself) is purchased. he's embarrassed by the time they're walking together, and though she's laughing it off now, he feels the sting of cringe at his playful behavior going wrong. after some silence and a few bites of the bun,
"ya sure ain't seen 'er?" gripping a genin by the collar in an alley, a crudely drawn photo of Sawako Kikkawa is shoved into the young man's face who'd been humbled after popping off. the light of the sun begins to fade as dusk settles in, and the genin shakes their head before being tossed away. "aight, get lost." everyone was so unfriendly here. what, he wasn't allowed to be here or something? bitches. holding the horrible artistry attempt to his face, it's just a round face, stone emblem, crayon pink hair that goes past the shoulders. [break][break]
how the hell was he supposed to find someone that looked like tengfei, but a girl? the actual fuck was this drawing. why was she drawn like an upgraded version of a ten year old? pinches the bridge of his nose, steps out of the alley and adjusts his mask back on his face, tucking the slightly crinkled paper back into his jacket's pocket, the inuzuka pelt tied tight round his waist. a soft commotion down the street draws his attention as the sounds of an argument begins to echo. of course he's going to walk towards it.
golden hues scan over the other - ah... is that why he was dressed so? there didn't seem to be any malicious intent behind his words. eyes soften. [break][break]
"must be pretty good then." ― his eyes linger towards the other's hands, "as a shinobi." turns his attention forward again, and the tension he felt towards kizua melts in unspoken forgiveness. "and as a designer. aristocrats don't usually order so much unless their interest is piqued." he didn't know much about tengfei, but he was wealthy enough to own several buildings that shaped the district many of the vajrakilaya lived within. plus, boss seemed to trust him to act in his stead. his own reasons... [break][break]
"gonna open a tailor shop then? was wondering why a new building near the docks got fixed up."
unfortunately, it'd be a lot of banter from the same "smelly" sailors carting along some of the boxes. nichiren's hands were already in his pocket, and about two sailors distance from the uppity mud boy client... patron? whatever. all he had to do was get him there. though... [break][break]
"so what do you get out of it?" ... why exactly was a missing from a far away country trying to cosy up in a place so much different from his own home? did he just want a new place to settle? nichiren stares with a curious, yet serious expression as they continue to walk down a well beaten path. "money? protection?" eyebrow quirks, a little suspicious of the fellow. [break][break]
asking questions wasn't apart of his job, but he'd come to... greatly appreciate the 'family' he made within the vajrakilaya.
"I'm surprised they hire the likes of you." [break][break]
. . . [break][break]
poof! [break][break]
unbeknownst to kizua, or rather simply for the writer's own humor; a small "imp horned devil on your shoulder" appears on nichiren's left shoulder (of course, a minor unseen cliche to signify the internal battle now caused by kizua's words). [break][break]
'cut him. a little poke, poke. eh? he's a missing, just say he arrived that way. poke poke.' [break][break]
a second poof! an angel halo with a single oni horn beneath it on his right shoulder, [break][break]
'yukio-chan will scold you for making her work extra again. remember her advice! take a deep breath, through your nostrils for four seconds, hold it for four, then breath slowly through your mouth for six... [break][break]
'but at this distance you could totally do some liver damage-' [break][break]
'b r e a t h e.' [break][break]
despite the slight vein on his temple, nichiren straightens his posture and exhales a soft breath. "yeah, yukio would yell at me." he mutters. though the playfulness in his eyes had dulled, his disposition towards kizua remains significantly... 'polite'..., in terms of delinquency, anyways. "anyways, since you're... you know, an illegal- we'll be moving to the floating pachinko for business junk. 'm supposed to escort you." he bet escort missions for shinobi were probably ten times more pleasant... but considering he wasn't a shinobi, it wouldn't count as mission failed if he just- no, stop that. be good. [break][break]
"it's about twenty minutes walk. you might break a sweat in the humidity, fancy-nin. or would you like one of the carriers to offer you a piggyback ride?" grins, a slight fang showing over his bottom lip as he waves for the other to follow along with the rest of them.
"eh? what...?" his response would be nonchalant, and a little curt. the usual people who'd handle this shit has gone off to deal with some crap in another nation - didn't really brush up (or pay attention) to anything that wasn't directly in front of him, so asking him questions about those sort of things was just... not going to get a feasibly good response. as some of the sailors unload the packages from the ship into a storehouse, nichiren's brows lower as his attention fixes on the other male. "is being mute and edgy your thing?" he insults, though decreases distance to give the other a slight once over. [break][break]
"... oh shit, you actually smell good. did you think boss was here or something?" chuckles under his breath, hands placing on his own hips as his eyes soften, disposition growing a bit more pitying of the expectation.
