[Wagging tail, perking ears. All different facets of the same, honest heart. Dogs were a truly exhausting existence, in Matoba's opinion, but the things that made him reluctant to engage also made them easily led. At least for that, he can be thankful.]
[Catching the grimace, Matoba hides a smirk- wondering what the relationship was between these two individuals, not in business, but personally. Kirma's initial appraisal had been dismissive enough, but more and more it begins to sound like obligation coloring a more tumultuous pair. Interesting. Perhaps he ought to acquaint himself with that pink head, later.]
[Obedient dogs follow, and alphas lead. The clanhead keeps up appearances as he leads Kirma from the smoky lounge through the bar, down a narrow hallway that seemed as though it could lead to bathrooms or other back areas. At the very end of the hallways was a strange, fogged mirror- but KuroMisa stops before reaching that far down the hall, and instead chooses to lean against one of the creaky wooden walls.]
"Kuromine Misa" has a number of vested business interests in this lounge, [She begins dryly, her behavior like a switch; although her voice remains magically the clear, feminine voice of KuroMisa, gone was the elegant playfulness of a fine lady, turned dry and astringent with a distant, polite tone belonging to Matoba.] The next time you think to sniff someone who is concealing their face and voice, mutt, try to at least do it in a somewhat more private fashion.
[A pause, and Matoba leans, mannishly, against the wall. His arms cross.] You were dragged here by that charge of yours, I suppose? It isn't an especially rewarding place for those who lack skill in.... subtlety.
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[Catching the grimace, Matoba hides a smirk- wondering what the relationship was between these two individuals, not in business, but personally. Kirma's initial appraisal had been dismissive enough, but more and more it begins to sound like obligation coloring a more tumultuous pair. Interesting. Perhaps he ought to acquaint himself with that pink head, later.]
[Obedient dogs follow, and alphas lead. The clanhead keeps up appearances as he leads Kirma from the smoky lounge through the bar, down a narrow hallway that seemed as though it could lead to bathrooms or other back areas. At the very end of the hallways was a strange, fogged mirror- but KuroMisa stops before reaching that far down the hall, and instead chooses to lean against one of the creaky wooden walls.]
"Kuromine Misa" has a number of vested business interests in this lounge, [She begins dryly, her behavior like a switch; although her voice remains magically the clear, feminine voice of KuroMisa, gone was the elegant playfulness of a fine lady, turned dry and astringent with a distant, polite tone belonging to Matoba.] The next time you think to sniff someone who is concealing their face and voice, mutt, try to at least do it in a somewhat more private fashion.
[A pause, and Matoba leans, mannishly, against the wall. His arms cross.] You were dragged here by that charge of yours, I suppose? It isn't an especially rewarding place for those who lack skill in.... subtlety.