A Vagabond Tramps the Streets [Okibi]

[Raizo]

It wasn't often that he just found himself wandering through the Grand Palais. Sure he found himself down here often, but it was more in the rougher, scummier portions. Now he found himself in the more lighthearted, touristy portion of the district. It was interesting to do his people watching on this half of the spectrum as the common fodder that flooded this area conducted themselves in a complete different manner than those of the slums. These people had an image to uphold, which in itself is very similar to their slum counterparts, but this image was a much more 'civilized one'.

One joy in his random strolls was finding something interesting, maybe today held a special treat for him? So far the best image he had was a hapless mother trying to corral five tiny monsters that were wanting to look and touch everything they could....

 

[Okibi]

Where ever there is light, there is also dark. This spoke true even for the tourist area of the Grand Palais. Naive shoppers and merriment seekers were often made prey for scam artists and pick pockets. Very few people even realized when they were duped, but such was the fate of ignorant people.

Okibi was not ignorant.

"You be sorry when Okibi catch you!"

The purple haired girl hollered as she chased a young man, dressed in a punk-esque style. His large beanie nearly covered his panicked eyes. How did she notice him taking her wallet!? He was a professional! Obviously, the tables were turned, and it was the predator who was now the prey. The girl chased him with reckless abandon, actually relishing in the feel of adrenaline in her veins, and the smell of his fear on the wind. He would not escape her, but she would let him think he could for a little bit longer. Without the pick pocket knowing, she took to the walls of nearby buildings, running against gravity.

The punk boy made a quick turn around a building and hid in a small alcove, hoping the girl would run right passed him. His heavy breath condensed on his lip ring. When a few moments passed and he didnt see any sign of his amethyst maned pursuer, he peeked around the corner of his hiding spot, and started when he saw no sign of her. Had he lost her? Ha, of course he did. Aint no way a stupid little girl could have gotten the better of him. With a confident grin, the young man started strutting down the street, tossing the pilfered wallet into the air.

He never noticed the shadow that clung to the side of the building above him like a poised gargoyle.

With a quiet swish, the girl lept from her vantage point and landed behind the punk silently. She followed him a few steps before tapping him on the shoulder. When he whirled around, Okibi took a moment to notice that he didnt look much older than herself. Sixteen, maybe seventeen. His age wouldnt save him though, nor his height advantage. With a smile that looked perfectly friendly, Okibi reared back her right hand and launched it at the boys face. He barely had time to inhale for a screech before her fist made contact with his nose and sent him flying backwards on the pavement. He lost her wallet in the fall, much to the girls pleasure. She skipped over and picked up her little change purse, grinning at the boy who now had a bloodied nose.

"Okibi say you be sorry. Think she not feel you stick hands in her chest?" She said in a singsong voice. She'd taken to keeping her money in her training bra. Of course she was going to notice when some fool tried to feel her up. Her grin slowly became devious as she popped open her money holder and turned it over. Nothing fell out. "Not even money inside. Silly boy."

The punk, who was now barely lucid, groaned in defeat and flopped over.

Okibi chuckled as she tucker her empty wallet back into her underwear.

(Lets just say this all happened in front of Roku hm? :] And Im sure he'd remember the girl who threw up on his feet lol. If you would like an image reference, I have a couple pictures in my profile! Just make sure you read the note below them~)

 

[Raizo]

It were as if there was some deity of delight watching over Roku. When it seemed that all hope was lost to see something interesting happen, one of the most interesting things he had ever witnessed occurred. A female with purple hair, which on a normal day would probably be a unique sight, shouted out to some doucher that was creeping past her. Whatever it was that the female had yelped seemed to excite the punk as he took off in a frantic dash. Luck continued to shine on Roku as the punk was making his way right towards him. I could break his arm and then carry on a discussion with the girl, perfect.

Before any display of false heroism could be performed the female did something that he had not been suspecting; she used her physical ability to easily overwhelm the thug. With a quick flick of her arm she sent the human garbage crashing to the ground, spilling an item that the female made her way towards. Picking up the item that he could now tell was a wallet the female proceeded to crush the moral of the punk by giving him the realize he not only attempted to rob the wrong person but also a cash free person; humiliating.

It was at this time, finally getting a chance to firmly take in the image of the purple haired female that something began to click within his mind. "Wait, wait... vomit girl... err, I mean did you happen to go to the holiday party at the Kage Tower not long, ago?" Damn the formalities or being coy, it was upfront time for Roku as he saw something interesting.

 

[Okibi]

Oh, she was being addressed. Okibi finished adjusting her training bra as she looked to the hooded young man that spoke to her. He seemed vaguely familiar, although she couldnt place why. She scrutinized him with a narrowed eye, starting at his head running down to his toes, and then back up.

Nope, she didnt know who he was.

Now raising an eyebrow, Okibi draped her hands on her hips and gave the guy a look. "Vomit girl? Okibi is Okibi, thank you." She said, introducing herself... sort of. She cocked her head, considering his question of whether she'd been to a party at the tower recently. She thought back, and was slightly surprised when a few images flashed through her mind. A frilly pink dress that caused her to shudder, a frothy drink... she couldnt recall much more than that.

Returning her gaze to the young man, Okibi shrugged nonchalantly. "Okibi was at party, yeah. Sogay throw it, so she had to go." According to Chiyoko it would have been rude for her not to attend. The man was like her father, after all. What would people say if his child ward hadnt shown up?

Okibi cocked her head the other way as she looked the boy up and down again. Now it was her turn to ask questions. "You know Okibi?" She started. He'd spoken to her like they might have met before, but she couldnt recall ever talking to him. Perhaps he could enlighten her.

 

[Raizo]

It was at this point that Roku did his customary 'rescan'. It was a tactic that his older brother Saemon had taught him when he was entering his teens. This was the pension of after engaging a female in a conversation, after already giving her a once over, returning to truly take in the female before you. In most situations a male might first notice a female and engage her in a conversation from a limited vantage point; heck they are simply trying to get their foot in the door at that point. Now that his foot was in, it was time to see what he was truly working with. She had purple hair, she had pink eyes, she was shorter than him but not to a dwarfish point, and she seemed to be in pretty good shape. He was use to interacting with what he called civilians, anyone not meeting the shinobi criteria even if they were technically a ninja or one in training. This girl, clearly evident by her previous skill, was one that exceeded this civilian category so her shape was determined on a different level. This was the thought process of a man, deep, right?

"Sogay... huh, Okibi, nice to meet..." Before getting a chance to continue she had fired off her question to him. The way she speaks is funny, isn't it? Well now he had to readdress this situation once more; hell making her angry clearly lead to getting your face caved in. "No, aside from watching you lock a death grip hug on some guy, vomit, and pass out on a table, I don't think we've ever formally met. I am Roku." His right hand slowly lifted up, he didn't want to scare her by suddenly raising a hand toward her (again, she already crushed one guy, she could still be jumpy), and extended outward. Was he going for a handshake? Was this a damn business transaction? Was it even a custom to shake hands with females? There was portions of being a normal, well-rounded human being that Roku didn't seem to grasp just yet.

Wait... did she just call the Kage, Sogay. What sort of cutesy crap is that!?

Who the hell was this girl.

 

[Okibi]

Okibi watched as the young man slowly extended his hand towards her. She had to wonder if he was that slow when doing anything, or if he was taking particular care with her for some reason. It wouldnt be the first time someone behaved cautiously when meeting her for the first time. For some reason, a lot of the people she met thought that she was prone to attack, when taken by surprise. She glanced back at the prone thug that still lie on the ground. Couldnt imagine how anyone could get that idea.

Here was a chance to give someone a different impression though. With a wide smile Okibi threw both her hands out and met Roku's halfway. She enveloped his one larger hand and pumped it up and down over enthusiastically. "Happy meeting you Roro!" Yes, that was a nickname. Okib had a habit of making one for every person she ever met, at first because she was unable to pronounce their names correctly, but now simply because it was a habit. She wouldnt ask if he liked it or not, and didnt care if he didnt. The nickname was staying.

After what was probably more than enough handshaking, Okibi let go of Roku and placed her hands back on her hips. She scrutinized her new acquaintance, thinking about what he'd said before introducing himself. "Okibi not remember what you say. You make up story Roro?"

Indeed, she could remember hardly anything from the party. Her memory of that time was short, but what she could recall was waking up the next day with a horrible headache and a queasiness in her stomach she'd never experienced before. Seven, her companion, didnt want to tell her what had happened or why her head hurt that morning, but for some reason he'd been grinning the entire time. Thinking back on it brought a pouty moue to Okibi's face.

"Okibi is thirsty." She suddenly said, looking up. For some reason, trying to remember the holiday party made her mouth feel dry. However, she didnt make any move to remedy the situation. She had no money to go buy something to drink, and didnt know of any public fountains. What was a girl to do?

 

[Raizo]

His intentions were to not startle, what he got in return was being startled. The girl, for her stature, had a nice grip. Latching onto his hand she began to shake with the vigor of a person that was trying to rip his arm out of socket. Now this is where the silliness of life comes into play; if this was a male Roku would have already bitten the punks head off. Now while he was oblivious to many things in the realm of decency, he did know that you couldn't just out right yell at some petite, young female out in the open if you were a thuggish looking teenage male. If he did he would find himself waking up in Obsidian Palace for sure.

Wait, did she just call me 'Roro'?

"Um, excuse me... my name is Ro..." Before his sentence could finish and reveal his given name, the female had turned to a pouty face and question the validity of his recollection of her. Well shit, what do I say now. She was drunk. Do I tell her she was drunk? But if she doesn't understand already she was drunk, would it help to tell her she was? What if she flipped out on me because of it? "Yea... I was telling the truth, that is how I remember you the first time I saw you. But you know, I think there was something in the drinks that made people feel... sick... so I am sorry to have confused you. I am sure you were just so... sick... at that point you didn't know what you were doing." Well that was one way of handling it.

Next she mentioned being thirsty. He himself could probably use a refreshing drink, so why not accompany her? "Thirsty, huh? Well let's go get something to drink." Walking past the girl he would make his way to the fallen perp from earlier. "The lady, the nose cracker over there, says she is thirsty. Now I was thinking, since you did her wrong earlier, you could be a gentlemen and make it up to her by purchasing her drink." A terrifying smirk coated the face of Roku as he extended his arm out towards the thug. The muscles in his forearm would tightly constrict revealing just how much of his arm was constructed of the thick meat, while various veins would begin to bulge outwards. "Also you'll be buying me a drink."

Realizing that his options were get pounded on once more or hand over what money he had, the would-be criminal would go the path of least pain and would hand over his wallet, or at least a wallet he was possessing at the time, to Roku. Turning around he would smirk at the little female, which a much more gentle face than he had given the kid. "So what are you craving, Okibi?"

 

[Okibi]

As Okibi's mouth grew considerably dryer, she thought about what Roku said. Supposedly, there was something in the drinks at the party that were making people sick. She could believe that; she did wake up feeling horrible after all. But why the memory loss? Did the sickness do something to addle her mind as well? If so, then why wasnt she in such a state when she woke? She still felt sick at the time, yet she was currently able to remember all of that.

As these thoughts and questions raced through the girls hairy mind, she barely noticed as Roku walked around her and approached the half knocked out thug. Blinking, she turned to look at him, and continued to look only vaguely curious as he took the boys wallet. Normally, she would have been adverse to taking something that belonged to someone else without asking, but... well, the guy only deserved to be robbed for first trying to rob her right? It didnt matter at all that she already clobbered him enough for a few thefts! She needed monetary retribution!

With a grin, Okibi clapped her hands together once. "Why Okibi not think of that? If not have money, take from bad guy that try rob her! You smart Roro!" She skipped over and squatted next to the prone punk and pat him lightly on the shoulder. He winced and whimpered, trying to get away from her. This made a darker part of the girl smile with satisfaction. "Okibi gives thanks. Maybe now you think before trying take what not yours, yes?" And with that, she stood back up, dusted her hands, and looked around. What oh what was she in the mood for?

It just so happened that there was a small ice cream parlor just a few buildings down from where she'd floored the thug. Okibi noticed a couple walking out with cones in their hands, and out of curiosity, floated over to the large glass window to peer inside. She pressed her face up to the glass, flattening her nose, and surprising the people that were currently dining at a booth just inside. She smiled widely at them before her eyes were attracted by what they were eating... or drinking... Okibi couldnt really tell what the stuff was exactly. The bottom half looked like a liquid, but it had a chunk of creamy looking white stuff on top. Turning around, Okibi waved Roku over and motioned at the people and their purchases. "Okibi not know what that is Roro, but she want try it. What is?"

(I'll give you a cookie if you can guess what the drink is. )

 

[Raizo]

His eyes would watch the girls reaction as she took the news from him, but what was by far more interesting was he skipping to the punk herself. He was unsure how she might take his actions; they were not entirely the actions of a 'good' person but his target was one that had tried to wrong her and might have wronged countless before her. Roku didn't care about the ethics of it all, he did what he needed to do, but that did not mean she would share the same belief. It would seem, however, that following her brief interaction with the man that she had approved of his methods, and while he had no proof it seemed like she took some enjoyment from this. "Heh, I like you Okibi... you enjoy life."

Before the conversation could continue the female would take off towards the window of a nearby store. Her tiny, energy filled face would plastered itself upon the glass as patrons would look on in concern. Well she definitely has unique social graces, but am I any better with some of my behavior? His self reflection would wane momentarily as the girl signaled that she had found something that caught her attention. The item was in a glass contain, in a liquid with something floating upon the top of it. "Ah... shit, what was it that they called it." His mind would begin to wander for a moment, surely causing those inside more anxiety as a confused six foot looking thug was glaring inside with a confused expression. "It is floating... float.... soda.... ice cream soda? Something like that. Hell they will know what we are talking about." He would insist this as he made his way towards the door holding it open for his tiny new friend. "Just tell them... and they will understand. If they don't...."

His eyes would seem to glow as they darted in the direction of the worker behind the counter.

 

[Okibi]

Okibi watched with amusement as Roku's face twisted; apparently he was having a hard time remembering what the drink she desired was called. Glancing back at the window, she saw that the pair dining inside had inched away from the glass, now looking at the large young man with wide eyes. This made her chuckle as she could understand why 'normal' humans might find the sight of him startling. Okibi, on the other hand, was used to the sight of a scarred face, and actually found the oddity rather comforting on her new acquaintance. She followed Roku to the door, and stopped for a moment to look inside. The glare he sent at the teenage male behind the counter sent the boy into a sweat. Okibi could smell the nervousness from where she stood.

With a chuckle, Okibi punched Roku lightly in the arm, as if they were already great pals. "Careful Roro. You scare everyone away making face like that." She proceeded to flutter into the parlor and up to the counter, smiling widely at the boy who continued to eye Roku from behind a pair of glasses that were starting to steam because of his sweat. She was about to demand a 'floating ice cream soday' when the case next to the counter caught her eye. It was large, round and clear, and inside it there were numerous buckets of multi-colored substances. They all looked as creamy as the stuff that'd been floating in the glasses of the pair by the window. For a moment, Okibi was mesmerized by all the colors. Taking a sniff, she found she could smell a variety of different scents. She found the origin of the smooth white stuff, and read its corresponding template. "Vuh-nee-la?" She said out loud, over pronouncing it. Her eyes continued to rove the many different tubs as the nervous counter boy skooched over towards her.

"D-do you want to try anything miss?" he asked with a slight stutter, still watching Roku as he attempted to assist Okibi. The girl glanced up at him, blinking curiously. Try? Did he mean she could taste the stuff in the tubs? Well hot damn, yeah, she wanted to try some! Her eyes lit up as she pointed to about five different tubs, making the worker break out in a different kind of sweat. The boy scratched his head as she looked at Okibi.

"Uh... I dont think I can-" He cut himself off as his eyes darted back to Roku. Did he really want to test the guy who glared at him before he even set foot in the door? Somehow, he had a feeling that if he didnt treat the lady to what she wanted, his life was going to get a whole lot harder.

In less than a minute, five small spoons were laid out on the clear case for Okibi to have at. With a happy yip, she snatched up all of them and stuffed them into her mouth at the same time. She stood there considering the tastes for a moment, before her mouth suddenly twisted up and she had to force herself to swallow. "Ack! Why you sell stuff that taste bad!?" She demanded, turning to glare at the worker boy. He squeaked and backed up a step, waving his hands in front of him.

"N-not all of the flavors taste good together miss!" He said, trying to placate Okibi. But she would have none of it! With a growl, Okibi hopped up onto the counter and reached for him, grabbing him by the collar of his uniform to pull him closer to her face. "You give Okibi yucky cold stuff. You apologize now." She demanded, narrowing her cotton candy colored eyes. The boy stammered and did as she said, practically shaking now.

And just like that, Okibi let go of him and jumped back down from the counter with a smile. She was easy to please, if nothing else. "Now, we have floating ice creamy soday, please." She said, clasping her hands behind her back.

The boy straightened his glasses as he tried to catch his breath and looked to Roku, not quite sure what Okibi was asking for.

(Sorry if its a bit long! I just... couldnt stop myself lol. xD)

[MFT]

 

[Raizo]

The girl was the embodiment of a free spirit. There was something about her carefree joy that brought a smile to Roku. This was the mindset he tried to live by during his young life; doing whatever one fancied. It was nice to see that he wasn't the only young person in this underground world that also followed that mantra. While Okibi began her taste testing Roku's eyes would continue to remain on the one working the counter. His expression was solemn as his eyes conveyed all the expression he needed. They were narrowed in on the boy, as if he were trying to cut through the boy by simply looking at him. When Okibi began to throw her minor tantrum over the taste and demand an apology, Roku would remain staring coldly and would finally crack a smile when the boy did apologize. May that would allow him to relax a bit, and enjoy his service. And while that was something Roku wanted, his cold glare would immediately return and lock its sights on the boy.

"The thing with the soda and the ice cream on top... get her one." And if the boy did not understand that command the six foot, blonde teen would turn around and extend his long arm out towards the individual that had been enjoying the treat that Okibi had seen before the two entered the establishment. "She wants one of those..." Once more Roku would show some expression on his face and again it would be a smile, but this smile was much different than the smile he had given following the apology. This smile was the kind that simply stated the following 'don't mess this up, or else'


MFT
OOC: Sorry about the delay and Roku has undergone a bit of an appearance chance between my last post; still the same personality though

 

[Okibi]

The moment Roku described the drink to the boy he went right to making it. He fumbled with the glass cup and utensils for a moment, but eventually got the ice cream and soda ready. He filled a second cup and placed the two on the counter for the pair to take. "O-on the house!" He stammered, taking a step back and offering a nervous, sweaty smile. Okibi rose an eyebrow as she scooped up her treat. She didnt understand his comment, but figured it didnt matter at that point. She had what she wanted.

Okibi took a sip of the drink as she went to find somewhere to sit, and growled happily with pleasure. It was as delicious as the humans made it look! She slurped the brown liquid and relished in the way it made her throat tingle. She slipped into a booth padded by shimmering red cushions and waited for Roku to join her. Once he did, she would look at him as she scooped up some of the cold white stuff.

"Know," She started as she spooned the ice cream into her mouth. "Roro have pretty hair." As she spoke some of the ice cream slipped from her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Making a face, the girl tried to lick it back up. Obviously she wasnt one for manners; at least not when it came to eating.

 

[Raizo]

It seemed that his description of the snack was something that the poor boy happened to understand a little bit better than Okibi's. He worked hard, he was nervous, maybe Roku should have tried better to make the boy feel more at ease. Hmmmm, no that sounds boring. His attention went to the two glasses placed on the counter as the boy stumbled through telling them that it was on the house. Now that was a pleasant surprise. Roku bowed his head politely as he picked up his glass and followed the girl. Once she picked her spot he would follow up quickly behind her snatching up the chair across from her. This allowed him to watch her reaction to the snack and at the same time glare at the poor employee if the girl was displeased. This day has turned out to be a pretty fun one after all.

She seemed to be enjoying her snack, so he would joy in on the fun and slowly start to savor the liquid goodness. Okibi then made a comment about his hair to which he smirked. Even though the ice cream would slowly run down the mouth of the girl he still could not help but smile, "Ha, thanks! Yea I guess I did end up on the lucky side when it comes to hair. You also have pretty hair, I mean the color is not very ordinary." This tiny, wild girl was fun. Was Roku getting soft!?

 

[Okibi]

Unable to lick all the ice cream off her chin, Okibi wiped the rest off with her hand and slurped up half of the remaining soda in her cup. She hummed happily and almost missed it when Roku made a comment about her hair color. She blinked and fingered a piece of her mane with a sticky finger. "Okibi's hair not always this color. Was red, like fire. But then Okibi met Tami and made a 'splosion again." She put emphasis on the word 'again' and made a noise of exasperation. "'Cept this time 'splosion make Okibi's hair and eye change color." She pointed to her cotton candy pink eyes to emphasize. "Wasnt lots fun."

A few moments later, a person walked by with a bright red drink in their hand. Okibi became distracted by the color and craned her neck to watch the person walk away with the drink. Her mouth formed a small 'o' as her interest became peaked. With vigor she turned back around, slurped up the rest of her float and shoveled the ice cream into her mouth. With a smeared grin, Okibi stood up and held up a finger. "Okibi be right back."

With that, she scurried to the counter again, and didnt notice how the spectacled boy from earlier seemed worried about her returning. The girl made some gestures at the person with the red drink and the boy hastily went about preparing her one. He held a cup up to a machine that looked like a turning red wheel and Okibi watched with wonder as the red slush poured out. He handed the cup to her and mouthed some words to which Okibi gave a confused frown. When she returned to the table, Okibi expressed her confusion.

"He say 'On the house.' again. Okibi not understand. Where is house?" She took a sip of her new drink and immediately brightened up. It was sweet, a little tart, and deliciously icey. She dove in for another go, but made the mistake of trying to suck of the slushy drink too quickly. A few pulls in and she was drawing away with a pained grimace and clutched at her head. "Owowow. Where that come from!?" Suddenly, she turned in her seat and barked at the boy behind the counter. "You give Okibi poison!?" The boy jumped and began to sweat, waving his hands in front of him and shaking his head.

 

[Raizo]

"Oh... well, what?" These were the only thoughts that could escape his mouth as Okibi explained the situation for how her hair and eye color came to be. It had sounded like she referenced an explosion, well multiple explosions, that resulted in her hair color. Just what the hell was this child getting into? But much like how the rest of the day had went Roku could not dwell on his thoughts for too long as Okibi's attention would be attracted to the next thing and she would be off and about. He would smirk as the tiny figure scampered her way to the bar. His eyes would begin to wander momentarily as he tried to figure out his surroundings, he was honestly surprised he hadn't done this soon. There wasn't much going on within the shop and no one seemed to be paying mind to him in particular. Okibi, on the other hand, seemed to garner some attention from patrons. Maybe I should adjust their attitudes?

The girl returned to the desk so his focus returned to her. She seemed to have found new treat. "It's an expression meaning that you get it for free. The store is the house and..." He was once happy that she seemed to interrupt him. Halfway through his explanation he began to worry that it might still be something that would perplex the girl. "Oh my..." Standing up from his seat Roku would calmly make his way to the counter. His expression would be a pleasant smirk as he motioned for the boy to come over. While his tiny frame hesitantly made its way to Roku, the boy could only imagine what might await him.

"Could you please apologize to the young Miss? And inform her that you haven't tried to poison her."

His smirk, while remaining, would begin to take on a much different connotation.

Spoiler

MFT - 313

 

[Okibi]

The pain in her head slowly ebbed away and Okibi was left watching curiously as Roku approached the boy at the counter and uttered some slightly threatening words. While still annoyed, she was a little surprised that her new friend would care enough to 'defend her honor', in a manner of speaking. With a quirk of her lips, Okibi hopped out of her seat and went to stand beside the tall young man. The boy behind the counter became twice as nervous and backed up into a wall.

"I didnt poison you! I promise! I think you just drank your slushie too quickly! It's called a brain freeze!" He yammered quickly, trying to explain himself. He looked around quickly and spotted a group of teenage boys who were currently enjoying the same frozen treats. He pointed to them as they engaged each other in a slurping contest. Okibi looked in there direction and saw one of the boys give up and clutch at his head like it hurt. The other boys pointed and laughed, but quickly followed his lead in giving up and holding their foreheads. "See? If you drink it slower, that wont happen to you."

Okibi looked back at the boy, and without taking her eyes off him, rose her slushie to her lips to take a slower sip. He was right, the cold deliciousness was still there, but it didnt hurt. She gave him a less devious grin and turned to Roku. The sight of his unsettling smile stopped her from saying anything for a second. The expression intrigued her... and almost made her laugh. He looked a little funny!

"Dont let face get stuck that way Roro." She said with a soft laugh and tried to imitate his look. It was a rather fantastic fail, as she couldnt look so insidious when she tried. That kind of look had to come naturally! In the end, she looked more like she was dealing with a bout of constipation.

[MFT]

 

[Raizo]

He could only smile as he watched the girl go from life threatening danger to goofy in a matter of seconds. This carefree soul was not bound all that much to her reality and simply just went with whatever came to her heart. He would not to the boy with a much more pleasant smile as he pulled out a lump sum of yen, tossing it idly onto the counter. "Thank you so much for treating my friend with so much kindness. I am sorry about the trouble we may have caused."

A moment of kindness? Truly this was a disgusting, warm little moment. If his brother had seen him show this sort of action in public it probably would have received a few more scars. "Okibi..." his gaze once more turning towards her as his body began to swing in the direction of the door, "You are by far the coolest person living down in these depths. I would really like to hang out with you again, maybe show you some more life lessons?" His hand would raise up giving a slight wave as he would start to make his way towards the door. "Please stay out of trouble!"


He would then pause for a moment at the threshold of the door. Turning back to the tiny, pink haired girl a mischievous smirk would crawl up his face once more, "At least stay out of trouble until I'm back... I kind of like the trouble you cause." And with that he would place his hands back into his pocket and calmly make his way down the sidewalk.

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OOC: I am so sorry that I kept you pinned up in this thread. As an act of kindness I am willing to end this so you can regain one of your RP slots back and enjoy some new company. Be on the look out as I would like to continue working on some character building between our two =]