| [Sep. 28th, 2008|09:22 pm] |
The two guards who’d been in Ryuichi’s general area came in, one of them looking rather amused. ‘Fuming’ didn’t quite cover the other’s expression, but it came somewhat close to doing it a semblance of justice. Ryuichi trailed in a bit behind him, snarling fox mask covering up any expression he might have been wearing. It was probably for the better, as a smirk might have incited an argument, complete with shouting and claims to know people’s mothers, and his usual scowl might have started something more along the lines of a fist-fight.
It wasn’t a good idea to fight with the client’s other hired-help. Looked bad on the mission-report, and Ryuichi needed this to go well so he could start taking things with higher ranks. B-ranks were so boring most of the time.
The two guards went past the wagon Hayate was sitting on, probably to report to their captain, and Ryuichi gripped the side, and swung up next to his younger partner.
“Just to make things clear,” Ryuichi stated blandly, cracking his fingers, “that was not my fault. At all.” |
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