Free cable, skee ball, video games--Asuma blew out a low impressed wolf whistle. The Daimyo had been a decent man, and a better boss, but his idea of fun had been more along the line of genteel dinner parties, with his Twelve Guardians standing around in full armour to impress the guests.

This was better.

He stepped up behind Tsume's bare shoulder, leaning over to tap two thoughtful fingers against one shiny black console. He didn't have a TV, yet, but he could get one..

"Putting the boss right next to the fun room is novel," he murmured, eyes flicking down to look at tousled brown hair--then down further. She barely came up to his mid-chest. "Which bright spark came up with that idea?"