"I am not the male genitals of a whale. You may wish to consult the owner of a contract pertaining to that of sea creatures if you're so compelled..." </B><i></i>
Sousuke countered, causing Shiori to become red in the face.
"Not like I would know!"<i></i> Shiori debated with a shout. Her 'interests' in her cousin were less than pure and he had no interest what-so-ever in her. She pursed her lips together and gave him an incensed look. It was fine to talk about whale genitals, but whenever the conversation moved over to
his there was never anything to say. There is only so many times a girl can hear about textbook anatomy, physiology in action was her interest. Perhaps knowing where this conversation would soon turn, Sousuke continued with his dialogue as he defended some random-named gentleman.
"Harupia isn't a pansy either. I am very certain he is interested in members of the female gender."<i></i>
"Who the hell is Harupia! And 'I am pretty sure!' How can you only be somewhat confident!"<i></i> She exclaimed as she threw her hands in the air.
"I can't talk with you," Shiori exhaled as she slumped hr shoulders. Talking, even yelling at him was like yelling at a dictionary.
'He is not a cigarette.' 'Yes, she is an anthropomorphic dog, your point?'
"Well you can always consider Nagato, my cousin."

The stranger offered, speaking to Sousuke rather than her. Shiori's posture seemed somewhat defeated, one day she was going to wake up in a wedding gown she just knew it. He would marry her off to some little creeper who bathed in spring water and had a servant to hew his food for him like a bird. Men were rarely men in Wind Country, there were a few exceptions among the shinobi forces but as most could affirm -- the life of a shinobi was often short and cruel. Beyond that, a transformation justu could make anyone appear chiseled, a lie could preserve one's manliness as long as he remembered to put away the decorative soaps and the army of stuffed animals were relegated to a closet before she arrived. But the truth of the matter is:
men were so stupid and dull. Women were no better, in fact she found them worse.
"And I am certain he can handle her temper."
The overlord assured her cousin, potentially forgetting she was there. Was Sousuke suddenly a vendor and her a ware? It was taking a majority of her restraint to not kick either of them in the groin to see if they possessed the attributes of a 'dork' before forcibly receding them with the kinetic force of her foot.
<B>"It would be very irresponsible of myself to set you up with a man of ... questionable qualities. Take Saemon for instance. Womanizing. Violent. Lacking gentle nature."<i></i>
Shiori frowned and looked at him blankly.
"I have no idea who these people are and I do not want to,"<i></i> Shiori grumbled before she added
"...and what makes you think I want a gentle-man?"<i></i> She crossed her arms over her chest as the two engaged in a separate conversation about Project Rebirth, an ambitious enterprise to return to the surface after thirty years of subterranean-living. The storm's terrible screams had ceased, she never asked about what he found or what he saw but he did not seem to know anything pertaining to her duplicity and she was content to leave it at that. All the same she apologized to the stranger, she did not know who he was but she assumed he was a man of relative importance to command her cousin's attention as such. She might be 'free-spirited' but she was not one to make an international incident.
"Apologies accepted. I believe that true geniuses carry the stigma of lack of social skills. Perhaps this is true with your cousin, although I suspect that is not the case."
The stranger defended Sousuke. Sou-Sou was a whale genital, but he was also a genius. That much she could affirm. And while it was a closely guarded secret unlike her carnal intentions, she also feared the Kazekage. Sousuke had her brother trapped in his Ebon Blade, while she did not the details of their arrangement it would be irrelevant. It was a situation where power and domination was in his hands, there an never be a sense of friendship or brotherhood when one had the other imprisoned and subjugated by the other.
"And Nagato is no pansy-ass pretty-boy rich friend of him, so do not discard him so readily. I think you have seen him before, though not in his best shape."
Shiori nodded, he had seen her before but not in this form. She was perpetuating a series of lies to placate and protect herself
from Sousuke. She did not want to share the Deep Court Lord's fate.
"I was wearing make-up that day,"<i></i> she lied. She was under a transformation jutsu, her facial features mildly different from her 'natural form.' It has been a progressive activity over the past several weeks. Since that incident in her apartment where she told him the truth before she learned of Mikabosi's fate. He did not take the truth well, her new body and the crimson sand. So her raven black hair and her green eyes replaced her azure orbs and her fiery red mane. Her long, heart-shaped youthful face replaced by a rounder slightly older one. Over the course of the past few weeks she has made efforts to slowly transition her false form to be more in line with her natural body. A slow and calculated process of shaving off millimeters. The naked eye needs a 10% deviation or more to be able to notice the difference 'at a glance' without measurement. Time, age, and weight slowly change one's features but not in the course of a day but over a matter of weeks, however the transition would be less significant. She was shorter than she used to be, so her heels are higher than they used to be. She 'dyed' her ebony hair scarlet and cited a need for contact lenses, changing the eye color in the process. She was not far from her 'true' form, the transformation near complete but if there was something about her during their brief encounter she wanted to explain it before Kazuki fed any hidden, unspoken doubts that might linger in the Steward's mind.