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Shirai Reizo | 白井 雷三 (some_other_dog) wrote in disappear_rpg,

The tall, not-entirely-Japanese woman was picking through the refreshments with the sullen interest of the deathly bored and trying to occupy themselves with the anything that wasn’t the folks at the party. Invariably they’d drive her nuts and she’d be tempted to relive her high school days.

She let out a quiet grump and folded her arms, dark red manicured nails digging into her arms as she suppressed the urge to go grab Katsuo and rant at him about what a raw deal she got out of being in love with him and how she wanted a goddamned smoke and some hard sake and to be as far away from all the nerds she picked on at high school immediately.

When Sayuri did approach and address her she whirled around instinctively and greeted the other woman with a face reminiscent of her delinquent days: the corner of her mouth drawn up into a snarl and one fine eyebrow cocked in the expression equivalent of ‘what the fuck do you want?’

But it only lasted for a second, and the pleasant smile she’d practiced for endless hours in front of the mirror for her proper-Japanese-housewife disguise snapped into place.

“Hello,” she chirped, voice strained into a sickening mockery of a telemarketer greeting, “I’m Shirai Tora, Reizo’s mother.”

She might have offered a bow, but she didn’t want her boobs popping out again.