”Look, I know how a tie works, okay? Just let me do it.”
He still wasn’t very comfortable in these new clothes, but had to admit he looked good in them. Maki brushed aside the butler and moved to the full length mirror nearby. The man who stared back at him was almost a stranger. Over the past year he’d changed so much. The clean-shaven baby face was covered by a goatee, his hair had grown out a bit. Perhaps oddest was his eyes since now they seemed to stay permanently brown.
Also the clothing. Clothes make the man, as they say. Maki never expected to see himself in a charcoal gray pinstripe suit with a lavender dress shirt, striped matching tie, and black dress shoes. He did look good though. His sword was also missing, which had taken the most time to get used to out of all of this. Indeed, to make up for it was carrying a stylish cane with a crystallin globe atop it. If one of the long-time members of the clan looked close enough they’d faint upon realizing their leader had sawed the staff of verin into pieces to make it.
With a happy beat to his step, the man leaves his manor to head to another’s.
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”Sir I don’t think he’s expecting you…”
”Well that sounds like his own fault, doesn’t it? I mean I’m here. Just tell him I’m here. Thank you, yes, go.”
He felt bad for pushing the servant around a bit, but she should have expected some haughtiness when someone came calling on the Hokage. Especially when that someone was, technically, a Sennin. At least he’d never been told he was demoted if he had been. Then again he’d also not shown his face in so long he doubted anyone would recognize him.
Maki steps over to one wall as he waits for his oldest friend to show up and taps his cane on the floor to a rhythm in his head as he goes over in his mind how he hopes this meeting would unwind. It wasn’t the most important of things, but Takeshi should be aware that Maki was, if not mentally well, at least mentally better.
(Calling on A useless fake who has my hat and robes the hokage!)
He still wasn’t very comfortable in these new clothes, but had to admit he looked good in them. Maki brushed aside the butler and moved to the full length mirror nearby. The man who stared back at him was almost a stranger. Over the past year he’d changed so much. The clean-shaven baby face was covered by a goatee, his hair had grown out a bit. Perhaps oddest was his eyes since now they seemed to stay permanently brown.
Also the clothing. Clothes make the man, as they say. Maki never expected to see himself in a charcoal gray pinstripe suit with a lavender dress shirt, striped matching tie, and black dress shoes. He did look good though. His sword was also missing, which had taken the most time to get used to out of all of this. Indeed, to make up for it was carrying a stylish cane with a crystallin globe atop it. If one of the long-time members of the clan looked close enough they’d faint upon realizing their leader had sawed the staff of verin into pieces to make it.
With a happy beat to his step, the man leaves his manor to head to another’s.
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”Sir I don’t think he’s expecting you…”
”Well that sounds like his own fault, doesn’t it? I mean I’m here. Just tell him I’m here. Thank you, yes, go.”
He felt bad for pushing the servant around a bit, but she should have expected some haughtiness when someone came calling on the Hokage. Especially when that someone was, technically, a Sennin. At least he’d never been told he was demoted if he had been. Then again he’d also not shown his face in so long he doubted anyone would recognize him.
Maki steps over to one wall as he waits for his oldest friend to show up and taps his cane on the floor to a rhythm in his head as he goes over in his mind how he hopes this meeting would unwind. It wasn’t the most important of things, but Takeshi should be aware that Maki was, if not mentally well, at least mentally better.
(Calling on A useless fake who has my hat and robes the hokage!)