He liked the cookie, but the idea of dipping it and wettening the cookie. The idea seemed soggy. He stuck with the cubes of sugar. Though the creature before him was an oddity. The vacuoles, spaces, parts and pieces weren't normal. Yet the puppet ate. The puppeteer choose to have it eat. Why? What was this show, or rather, for whom was the show being put on? As she tried to point out whom the puppeteer was, it was easy to tell the two figures apart, but neither looked human. Was it a ruse? Was this...was it putting on the show? Or the puppeteer? Maybe both? It was slightly becoming difficult to tell the illusion apart. Even more so for what was to come.
His concentration was full hardily on this thing before him, staring straight into it, most would find such unsettling really, the unwavering concentration and silence that he placed into this stair. It had asked him question if he would like to meet this Gen Ryu but he didn't respond, just staring into it's eyes. As the glass broke he popped out of his world and turned his head, even though it was unnecessary. The thing he had been speaking with jumped out of the seat and headed over to help pick up the mess. He muttered to himself, "So..it does work here, huh." Something anyone in his position would say. Usually if something akin to such would happen in a bar or restaurant, tea house what you may have it, the clients wouldn't help the staff.
He watched the thing carefully, surprised by what he had heard and then, it..she cut herself and a small bit of blood fell onto the floor. 'Some...something is wrong here. This...this isn't right.' He continued to watch the girl, and only taking in a small amount of what was happening elsewhere. "She bleeds?" Then the girl started to cry. "I am missing something, most certainly I am." 'This is truly the most..are..are puppeteers truly this masterful? This creative? This..horrifying?' He got up from his chair for a moment as she cried, though didn't venture forth towards her. He stood and watched the girl in the cat getup...no, the cat girl show concern. He became uncomfortable. This show was beginning to bother him. More so then he let be shown. He decided to go forwards. He needed to truly know something.
As he walked over to the girl, putting his back to the conductor of this show, she spoke to him and he smiled. "You just have to be a little more careful. Here let me see your hand." He held out his own, waiting for her to grasp his own. If she so did, he would turn her hand over, exposing the injury. "It doesn't look to bad, here hold still for a moment." And he would place his hand above hers, closing it off from sight a little. He had two choices here, though he really did want to use his threads, to try and see if she could truly feel pain. But as he looked her in the eyes, it was too difficult to do such. Instead his hands started to glow a little. "It's a small healing skill I learned some time ago. Nothing major but it has help me survi..well lets say it has gotten me out of some problems." If it was truly skin, it would heal the wound entirely. If not it might, just perhaps coagulate the blood to slow or maybe even stop the bleeding, though that wasn't his aim.
As soon as he was done, again staring straight at her he flinched a little, and his gaze became that of when he was looking through her and he went back to his chair. He felt like he was being overly watched himself just then. And perhaps a hint of wicked intent, though from where he wasn't sure. Perhaps from the meister of these girls. Or it could just as easily been the one that caused this accident, or perhaps another soul slightly jealous. He took another sip of his tea, the sweetness of it making it much more palatable. Breaking away another portion of the cookie and gobbling it up. "This isn't why I am here. Nothing is coming about from this adventure. Truly, the person whom runs this place isn't going to be a person of interest to me. This charade, it's to elaborate to be purposeful beyond personal enjoyment." He spoke his words softly, mostly out of earshot of anyone else. Speaking to himself, perhaps trying to convince himself to leave. 'To many where here, and to little information being gained of use for...hmm.'
Whether it's dead men or time strapped rabbits, all sorts of interesting persons stumble upon Wonderland Cafe. Though the bar is located down in the deepest parts of Crater City, those looking for a good time fear not the law as they enjoy good drinks and even greater company. Even with the village of Konoha turning a blind eye to the technically illegal operation, the speakeasy is never without plenty of protection from those looking to keep the peace among a potentially rowdy crowd. Owned by a rather innocent looking but easily frustrated woman named Arisu, the Wonderland Cafe is the perfect place take your mad hat off and drink to your hearts content.