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Post by Malachi Deror on Oct 10, 2017 18:34:48 GMT -5
Malachi had been out of the office just under two hours to see to a few tasks, delivery of a few files and the such, and he was sure than when he had set out his desk had been cleared off. In fact he was certain that he had finished his filing and precautionary detail reports for upcoming events. This time of year always got a bit chaotic due to an odd clash of holidays and tourist numbers, making his own workload increase to match of course, but this was not expected. There was a flare of annoyance that would have been impossible for anyone here to pick up on, just a subtle shift of expression as he went to sort through the stacks. This was the downside to having a desk next to the door in the opening office, his desk became the dumping ground for those far too lazy to deliver files to the correct places. Malachi had been offered a proper office at one point but he had politely declined as it being a waste for him, and he did not want to be nested deeper into the building. Simply meant he still had to work on breaking people of this habit, it was a waste of his time and delayed valuable working time not only for him but for those that had to wait for him to instead have time to deliver their papers.
There were a whole three sheets of paper that were to his attention, out of everything it was literally three pages and they were post-notes of approval on scripted action plans. Oh, no, there was also a written invitation to a work dinner that was more an expectation than a request he could turn down. Only hummed on that and folded the note to slip away and ponder on later, outside of work hours. Filed away the approval notes and then scooped up the rest of the files to hand them out, which lead to circling around a few of the offices, trading soft greetings and somehow still having office-gossip leveled on him. Because somehow it came across that he cared who was romantically with whom, or what was going on in reception, could only give a soft smile and move on. Though did make mental note to avoid lunch hour near reception just in case there was some fruit to the rumors, he did not need dragged into unnecessary drama.
It was not noticed when he left for the day a little after four in the afternoon, Malachi was finished with what he had do for the day and he had other tasks to see to. Slipped out silently and took out across the city, only having to pause at the chirp of his PDA, an alarm that made him move out of the way and pull up the alert. There was something going on that needed attention and he was one of the three closest, making him pull farther out of sight to summon robe and mask. Then ran to the marked location, dodging traffic first and gunfire second, drawing up short on the later to turn attention to the attacker with a bit of an unimpressed air. “This is your only chance to lay down arms and desist.” There was always a chance, though no one ever took up on the matter, and gunfire was his answer.
Well there was something to say on terrorists attacking the tower, a group of six by the sounds of it, there were already others engaging and Malachi did not waste time on more words. Still it was a small group to go about something so bold, but there was a police force arriving and taking fire from across the street. Troublesome. Darted forward instead of dodging, seeing to end this quickly and efficiently, the clean up from this little act out was going to be annoyance as it were.
Twenty minutes later had him trading soft words with the commanding officer from the Tokyo branch police, going over what would carry out from there and explaining that damages on site would be handled privately. The office grumbled but conceded since they were having the perpetrators handed over, already cuffed and lead to cars. Malachi pulled off to move for his fellow clansmen, catching the end of a comment, “-why tails though, the masks I can understand but ser-” His stepping forward made someone elbow the speaker into stopping and Malachi almost sighed at them. “I am sure reports are expected within the hour.” A simple reminder before he turned and walked off to slip into the tower, standing about gabbing on the street would be pointless, and a poor show to put on to the public. He at least did go to do the action report, time stamping events from the moment he got the alert to follow through with police and what they would be reporting.
Took less than hour before he got dragged to see a medic when someone noticed he was dropping blood, and thirty minutes later till he could do what he originally was coming to do for the afternoon. More reports, but also setting a schedule with others for the next two weeks. There were appearances to be kept and adhered to, with or without a King, shows to put on that otherwise might have made him grit teeth but it was needed. He did wish there would be some result in the slate picking a gold king, but wishing was a waste of time. Even if it had been noted when two others were chosen and still the gold clan was left without. It was after seven before Malachi stepped out onto the street in what was plain clothes for him, he barely glanced up to blink at the darkness of the sky before shaking his head, it had been a long day. Went to the left, already having in mind where he was going, ignored that he could not see the street or business signs he passed. His glasses were somewhere he was sure, he had a few pairs scattered about and he could likely turn back to the tower and find a set but it hardly mattered to him.
Did not need to see detail or signs to push open a familiar door and give a small smile as the wash of conversation and smoke, or weave between tables to go claim a seat at the bar. It was a sign he was a long time regular when his prefered drink was set in front of him without a word needing to be traded. Still made him tilt his head slightly, “Ah, thank you.” Had to note that when he picked up the glass his hand shook with just a fine tremor, enough to hand him pass the drink to his left hand. That was going to be troublesome, no matter what the medic had told him, healing time would throw him off for a little while and likely slow down everything. “Troubles Deror, you look like someone threw away your paperwork or something.” The words made him lift his head to look at the bartender and attempt a better smile, “Nothing like that, but I might only have one drink tonight.” Should not be having this one, not taking in blood loss and pain medication, but he would sip on this one and wind down before making his way home.
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Post by Takumi Amari on Oct 13, 2017 23:10:29 GMT -5
“Should be happening anytime now,” Takumi muttered to himself from his treetop perch, as he scrolled through <Jungle>’s most current discussion topic. Like always the amount of information being posted to a single discussion was crazy. Literally, there was a new post every few seconds, and maybe it was because this topic was so hot that Takumi was interested in it at all. As he scrolled it was easy to read just why the thread was so popular. Some low ranking nobody thought it was a good idea to jump the gun and post a heads up about a possible terrorist attack on Mishashira Tower without having any solid proof. It went without saying that a good portion of the discussion thread was members discrediting the author, and fighting amongst themselves, after all, that was kind of how things worked on the internet. It was only after the trolls and disbelievers felt heard did the legitimate information begin to filter through. It was at times like these that <Jungle> proved they had a hand on the countries plus, within minutes users began to work together to verify the information. First, they proved that the original poster was, in fact, an honest member of <Jungle>, and not one of those pretenders from another clan. Once the author's credentials were checked, users began to dig up any information they could on the local anti-government groups, starting with the ones in Tokyo first then expanding outwards until they narrowed things down to a small list of possible groups. Motives aside, for now, it was easier for Takumi to act while the thread was going on, rather than to spend time actively chatting in it. He would let the lower ranking members do all the information gathering and verifying while he readied himself to snatch up the Jungle points from under their noses. Was the whole reason why he was currently up in a tree across the street from Mishashira tower.
The original tip said that the attack was to happen around four, and it was currently quarter after four so yes like he had said earlier things were going to start any time now. He wasn’t too worried the tartness of the terrorists because it kind of went without saying that terrorism wasn’t really known for its punctuality. For now, Takumi sat back and kept tabs on the discussion and was pleasantly surprised when another member posted a picture of six suspicious men lurking outside of Mishadhira tower. Of course, there were other members here, after all, there was a definite possibility that the Usagi would show up. No self-respecting points hunter would turn up this golden opportunity to catch them a rabbit, himself included. The moment Takumi caught sight of the six men his PDA was in his hand ready to stream live to the <Jungle> server. It was funny how quickly the topic died once his stream popped up, guess they were all as eager as he was to see if all their information gathering really did pay off. Like predicted chaos broke out at the towers main entrance between the terrorist and the tower guards, the commotion sent innocent bystanders running in all directions and traffic to speed off to avoid the gunfire. Being up in a tree really was a stroke of genius because he now had a front row seat to the insanity, not to mention he had a clear shot for his stream.
The number of viewers skyrocketed when the Usagi showed up, with every new viewer Takmui could almost see the jungle points coming his way. The fight lasted about twenty minutes along with the stream because no good came from giving away too much information. After all, the jungle points for identifying a Usagi were all his and he didn't feel like sharing them. He went from live streaming to recording directly on his PDA, he made sure to zoom up as closely as he could to each Usagi member as they came together to speak with the police. From the distance Takumi was from the conversation it was no surprise he couldn’t get a clear shot. For now, he would just have to make due with memorizing each Usagi members physical features so he could try to track them down later. Some features were, of course, easier to spot than others like hair colour for example. The nifty thing about the Usagi was that their masks only covered their faces leaving their hair almost completely exposed. Course hair colour could easily be changed, there was no way around that but right now Takumi would take what leads he was given. There was only one member of the Usagi gathered here with strong enough features, and that was the tall white-haired one in the middle. “Pretty big for a run of the mill rabbit,” Takumi whispered to himself as he took a few snapshots of the man in the mask. Pictures of Uasgi members in their masks weren’t worth much of anything at all. However, there was a collection of photos online that helped <Jungle> members keep track and reference the Uasgi if they should ever need to. Wasn’t much to do after the conversation between the Uasgi and the police was done. The rabbits quickly scurried off into their den and the police began to do damage control. The time for filming on his PDA was done, but not without posting the screenshots he had taken of the white-haired rabbit to the <Jungle> server. He took extra time with the hashtag because he knew the name would stick once it was out there. “The white rabbit sounds like the perfect name for you, plus it’s cute.” His own little way to keep things light, after all, who didn’t like a good Alice in Wonderland reference?
Honestly, the next part came down to luck because once the white rabbit took off his mask he could be just about anyone. Well, any six-foot white-haired man at least? Was something and that something was all he had to go off of. So he waited for literally hours up in that damn tree, he waited until his butt hurt and it was all for nothing. Not one white-haired man stepped out of Mishashira tower since the attack which meant clearly he had been ditched. It was very likely that his rabbit had slipped out of some side exist which he should have expected. Still sucked regardless because that meant his whole evening was a big waste of time, Takumi couldn’t help but sigh at the thought. Was totally depressing and as he slipped from the tree he came to realize that he was slowly starving to death. Guess it was around dinner time anyway, it was just lucky for him that there was a small bar just left of the tower. Although it wasn’t ideal it was close and better than nothing. Takumi was greeted with smoke as soon as he pushed open the doors to the bar, and he had to admit he was thoroughly disgusted with the place already. Still, his disgust didn't stop him from grabbing a seat at the bar, much less ordering his food when the barkeep approached. Likely he would head home after this to salvage the rest of his night.
Or at least that was what he thought before a man matching the profile he was looking for sat down one bar stool away from him. At first, Takumi wasn’t paying much attention, after waiting so long for his rabbit to surry out of his den, what were the odds that he would choose to show himself the moment he had given up the search? It was very likely Takumi was imagining things but just to be sure he did a sort of lazy sideways glance to once over then man. Call him pleasantly surprised realized he was a man was a six-foot-tall white-haired man. Although he had no proof this man was the man he was looking for it would seem his night wasn’t completely wasted, least not yet. The barkeep was on top of things it would seem because at the same time he brought Takumi his food he brought the man a drink. Maybe this place wasn’t as much of a dump as he originally thought it was. He would have to remember to tip the barkeep handsomely because not only was he on top of his customers, but he was also a wealth of information it would seem. He called the white-haired man by his name and Takumi couldn’t help but grin to himself because this was too easy. Took a large bite out of his sandwich before bothering to take out his PDA. He scrolled through his contacts and found his brother Wataru’s number, shot him a quick text composing of three words and one emoji. ‘Search. Name. Deror.’ with a rabbit emoji at the end just for the added cuteness before sending. Made sure to keep his PDA’s screen casually out of the man’s line of sight before placing it back into his pant pocket. Nothing to do now but wait for his brother to respond, after all, it wasn’t like he could do the search himself with the guy he was searching sitting a little more than an arm's reach away. Was pretty easy to go back to his dinner, ignoring the man was best at this point because drawing attention to himself was the last thing he needed. After all, he had the mans name now even if he was to leave after his one drink Takumi could find him again once he was sure there was a possible connection between him and the Usagi. Tag: Malachi Deror Words: 1641 |
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Post by Malachi Deror on Oct 14, 2017 19:18:25 GMT -5
Malachi looked vaguely amused really, if the tilted smile was anything to go by, it looked like half of his attention was on his drink before giving an annoyed sigh. “The girls in reception are scouting dates for the holiday party already.” Grudening words that while not muttered still held traces of being almost embarrassed. The bartender paused a moment before leaning on the bar to peer, then promptly laughed, hard, slapping a hand on the bar and cackling. Which only made Malachi draw back slightly, spine straight and not impressed at all, grip on his glass tightening slightly to mar his knuckles white. “It is not that entertaining.” Took a sip to maybe hide a moment while the bartender collected himself a bit better, still chuckling though, “Oh that’s a good one, I like it, you good sir are screwed. Women are like sharks.” A moment of silence as Malachi only hummed but refrained from commenting further, rather done with this conversation already. “Good luck Deror.” There were other people to see to after all so bartender wandered back down the bar, still grinning wide.
He took a breath and held it a moment before relaxing slightly, it had been a long day, and tomorrow would be longer. Would have enough time by then for more information to be derived on what caused today’s pointless attack. Not that it was his concern really, he was not the lead on this event, it was possible that he would not even be put on anything dealing with the attack after today. Which was fine by him, there were others better suited to detailed work and finding out reasons behind foolish actions. Most of his attention was going to be taken by office work soon anyway, October was always the calm before the storm. It was November and December that were tireless. He was jumping ahead though, so emptied his glass and tapped at it, pondering a moment. Shifted to pull his PDA when it beeped at him, email notification that made him scowl a moment at the device. He could report in as requested, to the Prime Minister’s office, and normally he would, instead Malachi slipped the PDA away and raised his glass for a refill. It was outside of office errors, it was a true emergency he would have been called, not emailed, therefore it would have to wait till tomorrow.
“Ohh, another one?” Not that there was a pause in filling the order of course, was his job to take money and give drinks, still had to fish a little of course, bartenders were the biggest gossips. “Taking the road less traveled and ignoring work.” Technically after the first drink he would have been seen as ‘unfit’ to report to work, but at this point might as well take a second to wrap things up. The bartender’s eyebrows rose to his hairline almost as he scoffed, “Here-here, a sentiment I can ego.” Slid the drink over and Malachi tilted his head in thanks, picking the glass up in a mocking toast, “Might as well takes my breaks where I can get them right now.” Besides the point that he was off clock really an office job needed to stay just that, an office job, before they expected him to turn up all hours of the day. Last he checked he was not a dog to answers a master’s call, for one he was not paid enough for that. “Next we know you are going to rebel and talk to someone like you have social skills and the world might end.” Malachi had all the right in the world to look offended on that, alright amused still because well maybe there was a point there, but still offended.
That was a challenge if he ever heard one and Malachi turned to ignore the bartender to instead face someone on hand, “Good evening, I require a better conversationalist, one less offending if possible, would you be willing?” Happened to be Takumi because he was there and looked to be without anyone in his company, simply meant that now Malachi had to ignore the snort from the bartender.
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Post by Takumi Amari on Oct 28, 2017 19:07:33 GMT -5
The pleasant low key music floating throughout the bar did wonders for the clientele, the mood in the bar was mellow and the conversations were quite. A thick cloud of smoke loomed overhead as many of the people at the bar smoked away while they talked. The crappy air quality aside this really was a pleasant place to wait, Takumi would have to remember this place for the next time he was on this side of town. He took a bite of his sandwich and although it was a tad dry it was good, he enjoyed every bite of it even if he slowly picked it over. He was in no rush just like his rabbit it seemed. He was no longer staying just for one drink and that gave Takumi hope that he could get this mission done and over within just one night. Idle bar talk passed the time as Takumi listened in on Deror’s conversation with the bartender. It seemed like his little rabbit was pretty popular around the office, which wasn’t really a surprise given his appearance. The bartender, on the other hand, wasn’t so popular, with his annoying loud voice and nosy personality he likely had never been pursued by a woman a day in his life. As if he knew anything about woman or sharks, there simply wasn’t a comparison between the two. Woman were all the same hunting for husbands like somehow that was their purpose in life. Sharks were much more interesting animals than women, they hunted for food by sensing movement and blood. Hundreds of sharp teeth and a killer instinct put the two worlds apart, at least in Takumi’s mind.
It was honestly a blessing in disguise when the bartender left the two of them alone, finally, peace and quiet returned to their side of the bar. Everything was much better because of that even his vodka tonic tasted better. He sipped on the cool drink and crunched on its ice as he pulled his PDA from his pocket again. He knew it was too risky to access The <Jungle> server right now so he browsed the ordinary news instead. The incident at Mihashira tower was already being reported by all the local news stations. Some stations were even showing his video to which he had uploaded to the <Jungle> server. Hm, guess it was a good thing anything posted to <Jungle> was anonymous and almost impossible to trace. Was amusing because in order to find the video the news station had to in some way be associated with <Jungle>. Guess the arms of his king reached far indeed now didn’t it? He continued to scroll through news feeds with one hand and he drank his tonic with the other. It wasn’t until the bartender came back was his attention divided again. Takumi looked up for only a moment and watched as the bartender poured Deror another drink, reminding himself that he was also getting a little low. He pouted at that and rattled the ice around his nearly empty glass. Honestly, if this bartender wasn’t so chatty he could have asked him now for a refill. However, to do that now would only draw attention to himself and he didn’t want that. So reluctantly he placed down his drink and picked up the last few bites of his sandwich instead.
The bartender seemed to be the type of person that stuck their foot in their mouth often because he seemed to enjoy insulting customers. From downright laughing in their faces to criticizing their social skills, he really was kind of a jerk. He really expected Deror to hiss back or storm off after that because well most people would have. Colour him impressed when Deror not only controlled his temper but took him up on his challenge, turning to him of all people. Takumi couldn’t help himself he just had to laugh, and although he tried his best to stop it his laughter still made it’s way out. He put one hand over his mouth to try not to seem rude since his poor rabbit had already put up with so much abuse already, but even with his hand covering his mouth, it was still way too obvious he was grinning from ear to ear. Deror’s response to insult was just too perfect it made him smile, and he supposed that gave him away for eavesdropping. Oh well, that kind of thing was to be expected in public places, since he couldn’t actually turn his ears off. Takumi turned to face his darling white rabbit and honestly, smiled at him just so amused that he choice him out of everyone else in the bar. This mission was proving one for the books and he was sure he would remember it for quite some time to come.
“I think I can spare the time if only to rescue you from insults,” Takumi spoke playfully but still meant every word, he was growing rather tired of listening to the bartenders loud and obnoxious voice. So if he could steal the attention of the man he kept coming back to maybe he wouldn’t have to hear it again the rest of the night. “Before you go may I have a refill please.” Wasn’t really a question but more of an order spoken politely, before dismissing the barkeep from their conversation completely. Takumi kept his eyes fixed on Deror and rested his chin in his hand as he lazily propped his elbow up on the bar. The sound of his drink being poured and the barkeep walking away were delightful sounds indeed. He was officially alone with his rabbit and was free to get to know the man behind the mask. He waited until the bartender was out of earshot before leaning in some and speaking softly. “So what do we talk about now? If we don’t come up with a conversation topic he might come back.” He said half joking as he picked up his vodka tonic and moved one bar stool closer. He closed the gap between them so that they were now sitting right next to one and other. “How about we start with names, my name is Chiyo what's yours?” Takumi said as he extended his hand and waited for a shake.
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Post by Malachi Deror on Nov 13, 2017 14:19:01 GMT -5
Well at least someone was taking some degree of amusement from his suffering, past Malachi himself looking mildly entertained. Might seem odd of course, a paying client simply brushing off insults, but by this point he had been attending this bar for years. Years with the same five bartenders and well allowances were made of course, he knew them all, knew which ones to ask about how their children were and the likes. So what should have been insulting was more just a running joke that Malachi took in turn and accepted the challenge there to turn to someone else. Really it was just someone on hand that was grinning but trying to not laugh and that alone made Malachi give a dramatic sigh, but none the less offer a small smile. For all the bartender joked he did in fact tend to make small talk with those around him, preferring company over time alone, did not mean Malachi was terribly talented at social interaction of course.
There was an out offered because not everyone wanted to take their time to go trading words with strangers, so if he were turned down that Malachi would have simply let it go with no hard feelings. Somehow he had a feeling that this person would not go turning him away, no matter how glued to his PDA he was, dedicated even to the device. Unlike Malachi who ignored another little alert twill that chimed out from his own, another email, same sound as before so likely related still. This was why he had different alerts for different things however, the office could just wait till tomorrow morning, the overtime sometimes was not worth it. Not today with a dull throb still in his shoulder, even on pain medication, or when he really just wanted to relax here and sip at his drink before wandering off again. The answer given was a good enough reason to ignore the email really, and Malachi dipped his head in thanks, “Ah and they say there are never knights to be found in bars.” There was a light thread of teasing to his voice, as he shot the bartender a look of smug victory.
Another email alert however made him raise an eyebrow a moment later and again pull the pda out, only to stare at it a moment with a look of utter annoyance, “This is why I wonder about my career choices sometimes, when budgeting for another five cities busses is marked as urgent.” More so when budgeting was not his office at all, busses and budgets had nothing to do with his office unless said busses were hijacked or something along those more violent and threatening means. Barely paid attention to the brief exchange going on, drink being topped off and bartender sent along, as he typed out a short email that basically said in nice terms that he was out of the office, please send inquires to correct department. Busses, seriously. Nevermind that he had also glanced at the previous email and simply did not comment on that. PDA away again, hopefully for the last time he glance back up as his chosen conversational partner for the night spoke to him again, bringing up the good point of topics to talk about. Something that made Malachi blink, a bit floundered a moment clearly because no he had not thought that far ahead clearly. “Somehow I doubt you want to talk about tourist population increases or traffic rerouting for holiday rushes.” Sadly those were two topics that he could go on about with some detail and frustration, but tended to be a bit dry for others to listen to.
Meant names might be a safer starting point, and the general starting point for most he supposed, just not often in bars really, he could likely count how many people wanted to go exchanging names at a bar, or thought to ever give their name. Not that he hesitated because sometimes it did happen clearly, and really what he could have thought stranger was the handshake but he went with that action just as flawlessly. Ignoring over all that the man moved closer, maybe he simply was more social, or simply did not want the bartender to go butting back in. So let go of his glass to shake the man’s hand and return the greeting, “Deror, and it might be best if you decide the topic if only so I do not bore you.” Because that was highly possible really, really what did most people talk about now days? It was that weird time of the year almost between sports and pre-holidays where nothing much happened that was safe ground.
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Post by Takumi Amari on Dec 30, 2017 0:00:46 GMT -5
Bars weren’t really Takumi’s thing they tended to be too loud and social for his tastes, the fact he was still sitting in one was a real testament to just how badly he wanted to Deror to be a rabbit. To be the first person to actually be able to unmask one of the Usagi was an absolutely thrilling prospect. The thought that person could actually be him filled him with an unexplainable excitement, that excitement motivated him to keep this conversation going whatever the cost. He was dying to see if he was right, to know if the handsome stranger sitting beside him at the bar was actually the infamous white rabbit. Normally missions were just a means to an end for Takumi, collecting JUNGLE points had always been his goal. It was odd not to be motivated purely by points for once, but the moment Deror choose him to be his conversation partner the rules of the game changed. Takumi was no longer just here to collect the possible bounty on Deror’s head, this meeting meant so much more to him now than just that. He wanted to prove that he was right so he could say without a reasonable doubt that he was the best informant JUNGLE had to offer. If Deror was, in fact, a rabbit the poor guy might never be rid of Takumi, which of course meant he would never get rid of Wataru ether since they were a packaged deal most of the time. He could likely go on forever about how much he wanted to be able to claim the rights to the white rabbit, or about how he wanted to slap his own copyright label right across that beautiful face of Deror’s. However, he could see how that might not be a very interesting topic to have with anyone other than himself. So he moved right along and kept himself from staring too long while Deror spoke.
Being called a knight was something new indeed and although personally, it wasn’t a career choice he would have chosen for himself he didn’t deny that he was. After all, he had just saved Deror from the insanely rude bartender so he supposed he was really chivalrous in a way. Honestly, he was more than just a little bit pleased with his new title, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, Takumi smiled. It crossed his face as he raised a single eyebrow, in that moment he could have purred at the rabbit and it was because he could purr that he had to take a moment to pull away. Reminding himself he was on a covert mission and it was important he stayed at a distance. So in an attempt to claim his own flirtatious behavior Takumi placed his fingers over his mouth and ran them along his lips. He covered his smile and glanced back at Deror amused that he was so amused. The spam of email alerts Deror was getting to his PDA successfully pulled the rabbit's attention away from him, and honestly, Takumi blinked at that. He tilted his head and watched as Deror read his email, there was a hint of annoyance on his face as he scrolled and Takumi knew whatever it was he was reading it wasn’t good. As a possible rabbit had expected that Deror’s emails would be as exciting as his job, however, hearing that the email was nothing more than bus budgets honestly, threw Takumi off. A look of disbelief crossed his face as he blurted out the word, “What?” with a chuckle. He was not expecting that and although it was possible that Deror could be lying about what that email really was about, he doubted he could make something as rich as that up on the fly. “Don’t tell me, you work for the Bureau of Transportation?” Took a shot in the dark at that because what else was he to think when Deror brought up not only busses but also rerouting traffic? He hardly thought that was an appropriate type of job a member of the Usagi, but really what did he really know about the Usagi? Maybe going over budgets and rerouting traffic was a perfectly normal job for one of the gold clans elites? Boring desk clerk by day and total badass at night? Ha, a funny thought but a thought was all it was because there was no way.
But really for a stone cold babe, Deror sure did struggle with picking interesting conversation topics. It was apparently lucky for him that Takumi was his conversation partner and not someone more normal. Now he didn’t know a thing about rerouting traffic but he did know a little bit about tourist and holiday rushes. As a proud owner of an inn his livelihood depended on tourists and most of his yearly income was earned on the holidays. Just like Deror he could go on and on about those two topics but for the sake of not giving too much about himself away, he kept things vag for now. “Try me, you might be surprised about the things I like to talk about.” Really he was rather flexible and was willing to talk about anything as long as he had the chance to get information some kind of information out of Deror. They rolled onto the topic of names pretty smoothly and of course, he introduced himself as just Deror. It would seem he would have to be more clever than he was being if he wanted to get any personal information out of this one. Being told to pick the conversation topic was both a burden and a blessing at the same time. “You know normally as the person who initiated the conversation it would be your job to pick our first conversation topic. But seeing as we already established what a great guy I am I’ll help you out this one last time.” Takumi said as he placed his free hand on the back of his stool and leaned backward. He took out his PDA and made sure to turn off his notifications before bring up the day's most trending topics on the local news. He had said it once before that his brother Wataru was the social twin, meaning that he, of course, was just as bad as Deror when it came to thinking of his own original conversation topics. To save them long awkward moments of humming and hawing about what to talk about Takumi was fine with just cheating and letting the web decide. So he leaned in closer to Deror and shared his PDA screen with him as he scrolled the local news. “See anything worth talking about? Any traffic routes rerouted or maybe even a mass tourist invasion we are unaware of?” He really couldn’t help himself from poking fun at Deror it was just too easy. More so when the next trending topic that they scrolled on was about the raising of bus fare in their prefecture. “Well damn, would you look at that guess we know what all those urgent emails from your work were about. Now it’s going to cost me close to three hundred yen to get home, goddamn Bureau of Transportation.” Takumi tried to look as innocent and interested as he could as he opened the link to the Tokyo metro’s information page. But honestly, it was hard to look innocent when all he wanted to do was smirk up at Deror so that he could see his changing expressions as he poked fun at him. It was very likely the reason Takumi had no friends was because of his cold sense of humor, but really what else did anyone expect from him when the only other person he really talked to was his twin brother?
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