Beloved was an annoying poision. Sousuke had dealings with it before. The first time he was subjected to it was a few years ago. He was working his good friend Harupia to try and find an answer to it. The feelings he had for his friend was curious. He was indeed fonder of his friend, and very much wanted to sit back, relax, and enjoy some coffee with him. Sousuke indeed loved his coffee, and he liked most flavours of it. The tricky part about coffee was that it had to be fair trade, the Daimyo in Wind was very much opposed to the notion of fair trade coffee and in that there was slavery present. Sousuke actively worked to combat said slavery on multiple occasions, and lucky for him the Daimyo's force remained clueless or perplexed by his secret operations.
The Steward of Sungakure found himself sitting down for a lunch at a cafe as he was once again exposed to the dangerous substance that was 'Beloved'. While he was in tea country, he was wearing a more formal wear that most Sunans would be surprised to find him wearing. Sousuke was wearing an orange scaled formal coat with tails, and his shoulders sported silver epaulets. He finished his meal and prepared himself for a walk through the city. Sousuke left a tip and went on his way. While he was most adept at figuring things out on his own, for him to realize that he was once again victim to it would take him quite some time. How long? Hard to say. Sousuke was very much a single man, more for his own purposes. Being the Steward, or former Kazekage painted a lot of targets on the backs of those who one loved. It was a very annoying thing, and few people understood the logic behind it. Even Sousuke's psychiatrist was a bit hard pressed to understand the topic.
As Sousuke passed down the streets his hyper awareness was starting to get at him. He was beginning to notice people more. His mind was throwing phrases out such as 'she's quite lovely' or 'he's very dashing indeed'. It was a strange thing really, as Sousuke's mind did not use such word often. Sousuke's mind, much like his body was mechanical. Luckily most of his mechanical features were hidden from view thanks to his dress pants, and gloved hands.
The Steward of Sungakure found himself sitting down for a lunch at a cafe as he was once again exposed to the dangerous substance that was 'Beloved'. While he was in tea country, he was wearing a more formal wear that most Sunans would be surprised to find him wearing. Sousuke was wearing an orange scaled formal coat with tails, and his shoulders sported silver epaulets. He finished his meal and prepared himself for a walk through the city. Sousuke left a tip and went on his way. While he was most adept at figuring things out on his own, for him to realize that he was once again victim to it would take him quite some time. How long? Hard to say. Sousuke was very much a single man, more for his own purposes. Being the Steward, or former Kazekage painted a lot of targets on the backs of those who one loved. It was a very annoying thing, and few people understood the logic behind it. Even Sousuke's psychiatrist was a bit hard pressed to understand the topic.
As Sousuke passed down the streets his hyper awareness was starting to get at him. He was beginning to notice people more. His mind was throwing phrases out such as 'she's quite lovely' or 'he's very dashing indeed'. It was a strange thing really, as Sousuke's mind did not use such word often. Sousuke's mind, much like his body was mechanical. Luckily most of his mechanical features were hidden from view thanks to his dress pants, and gloved hands.
Susumu has arrived with the dawn. The harbor was just how he remembered it, full of hard working men who sadly smelled of their trade. The streets of Kurosawa were more densely populated than he remembered, he had spent most of his adolescence here. Kurosawa was a unique city despite its similarities to Soons Haven, money talked loudly, moreso than even a name. It was something that he quickly realized when he first arrived, it was a lesson in humility. The girls had no interest in him, neither did the boys. He somewhat enjoyed the humiliation of being ignored. He was well-aware that his deviant interests were likely rather perverse but everyone was entitled to their kinks, even the heir apparent. 
