He thought it was strange that he was apparently invited to a meeting with the Raikage simultaneously with two others, or maybe they were all waiting to be reprimanded? This got him nervous before the one closer to his age, name utterly lost to him, did more than glance at him. This perhaps got him more nervous because of his utter lack of understanding about women, and here he had been caught in a terrible storm where he had invited the happening where he would have to speak to her?
Not to mention he fancier her hat, is was like a mask for her scalp.
His heart skipped a beat as he flinched at the sudden and vigorous regard for his presence. Though he caught Akane in his peripherals, he hesitated with a nervous chuckle "Kek~?" He took a moment to process before realizing he was rather disarmed by her amusing attemps at humor. "No, that wouldn't do. What's Kool Aid?" He cocked his head, ligitimately wondering now if he was being initiated in some cult, which certainly distracted him.from the horror of dealing whatever this woman made him feel.
The distraction was fleeting as he did remember the letter. Pushing his hand into the furls of his oversized cape he produced such. "No, no cult indeed~, i suppose we'll be getting to know eachother a little bit. Us three in this together, yes?" He expressed, mostly ttying to be as palatable as he couldn't naturally be expected to trust her entirely in such a spontanious first encounter, though why he felt the need to try anything was some response that was worrisome. Turning toward Akane, as if trying to slither his way out, momentarily commented
"Didn't expect to see you so soon." He'd state before at long last, their wait was over, and they could relocate to the Raikage's office. Instantly his attention settled on the big boss lady herself, then to the prepared Tea. Sliding his hands up along the leather coif he'd find two levers that unlocked the dust maskt fell down around his neck, hoses with it. Glancing at Akane, then to Momo before back to the Raikage he was genuinely interested to say the least before Momo nudged him, quite an unfamiliar gesture, and whispered to him before whispering back "How do you know though unless you try it~?"He'd ask, deciding to be arbitrarily contrarian, before taking up the piping hot beverage and with a nod swallowing down as much of it as he could, to preoccupy his big mouth.
Giving himself the much needed time to listen to the Raikage, he found himself far less invested in everything as the other two, besides the fact that she was the Raikage and he being far from anywhere constituting a peer, subordinate was a precise term.
The walking inhaler caught Akane's glance prior to her exlaimation, somewhat recoiling at the sudden impulsiveness before taking the folder and glancing at the Raikage was honest confusion to the whole ordeal. Initially resigned to the notion that the contents of the folder were likely unflattering criticisms of himself which he already understood and thusly felt like the sort of thing you perform on a dead horse, so they say. However the sudden sundering of decorum has him very carefuly planting his fingertips on the folder in quiestion, glancingat the Raikage before finding a cache of information he simply had not expected. Suddenly the idea of having some purpose, some grand and macabre fate that placed his life in his own hands, to use constructively for the betterment of this village that had allowed him to thrive when he ought to have perished on his own in the inhospitable exterior of the villages walls.
After taking a moment silently to gather his thoughts, fantasizing about the sorts of craven evils which would make such lovely red curtains by his own hands, he also felt a bit sucked into his own introspection as he turned and loocked at the other two. Ad much as he wanted to eagerly engage in some manner of comraderie or affection for the two, he remembered all those stoney faces of those that he invied into his life , those who were gone through one action or another that were done nary a thought of where that might leave him and wondered if the cycle was ultimately doomed to repeat ad nauseam? It wasn't insomuch as a judgement on either of them but rather his own narrow understanding of human nature, it's relation to selfish, egocentric motivations and an insecurities that made it difficult to even identify oneself as a human at all.
Nevertheless, they were his allies, and he would make sure they were preserved for the sake of their village by any means necissary, he just hoped they could see past his inner flaws. Soon stirring from a moment of despondency and doubt, he'd grin beneath the cumbersome apparatus "Very interesting~, though it's strange, I've never worked with anyone really."
Momo waited patiently in the waiting area. It’s been awhile since she last saw this place. By awhile I mean years. The last time she sat in this lobby was when she was patiently waiting for the repercussions of assaulting a senior ranked shinobi. He deserved it and such a repercussion was both worth it and well earned. She regretted nothing of those days. Now times were different. Momo was an established Chunnin doing missions among other big things. She even earned herself a bit of a reputation as both a shinobi and a musician. Around the village, people knew her as “Big Hat Momo” As she wore a big red hat with a skulls face. It was probably because Momo was easily identifiable that even people she’d never met knew her as Big Hat Momo. Her eccentric appearance and personality was hard to forget. And even harder to miss. Even now as she waited in the lobby, she could see the Kage’s secretary starring as Momo flipped her surf green-colored Duesenberg Starplayer II guitar around her neck like a hot shot rock star. Momo would give her a wink before carrying on as normal or rather Momo’s normal. Reaching into her blouse, Momo would pull out a slightly crumbled letter with a broken seal. It was what brought her here this day. It was a summons from headquarters requesting her presence. Apparently the Raikage wished to have word with her and a few others. Maybe it had something to do with the recent invasion or maybe it was PR related. “Maybe the Raikage wants a personal concert? Or to start a national band? Or maybe the late night noise complaints are catching up to me ho ho!” Whichever the case, Momo waited patiently to be called in, wondering to herself if the Raikage was a music lover.
