Grayson had managed to quit laughing by the time they got there. Kisame hadn't gone fast, per say, but he hadn't dawdled either and the damn cat had settled on his shoulder, nose in the wind making occasional 'vroom vroom' noises.
Kisame found himself wishing he had a reason to tell Grayson to pull it together and be useful. But there really wasn't anything that needed doing.
Huh, Ehmoi's been bleeding, he noted as he walked back into the bar. Not a strong blood smell, he could feel Ehmoi being decidedly not dead up in the loft...
There was also the smells of gunpowder, a broken bottle, and it was highly likely this was all somehow Raidou's fault...
But he took Grayson into the loft. Sat him down.
Got him a drink. Something benign looking made mostly out of unicorn water some milk and three shots of yellow, sticky 80 proof something.
He gave Ehmoi a prod, and after a moment's thoguht moved him from the floor to the hammock, wondering when this became his problem in the first place. he'd also have been keen to know when exactly in his life slapping a bandage on the split hoof of a hybrid uni-boy became just another chore on the fucking list.
I mean, seriously.
He gave Grayson a prod too. Didn't get much of a response, so he just piled the cats around the guy and went downstairs to clean (see: get rid of the rest of the bodies out back). Tried not to worry about it. Wondered where Kakashi'd gone off too.