Black Hole Sun
12-29-2020, 10:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-29-2020, 04:05 PM by Hanzō.)
Hattori, in a rare show of surprise, quirked a brow. Raijin had always been a bit of a drinker, the first to open up a flask of sake at a get together, but the Shogun had never seen himself sink so low. Or at least not to the extent where he no longer made sense. His expression was twisted and tight, suffused with a look of anguish that was wholly unfamiliar to Hattori, as though he was wearing the mask of another wolf's face. Mimicking a man who'd lost it all and landed at rock bottom. The Shogun exhaled, his expression shifting back to it's usual cold aloofness, as he stepped closer, his talons clicking against rock. He was a patient man, but that patience never extended towards this cousin.
"Raijin." He repeated, firmer this time. His patience wearing thin. Out of the pair he had to stumble across the cousin he liked the least. "I have no patience for your theatrics. What happened?"
There was a lot Hattori likely needed to catch up on and the sooner the conversation got under way the better. But then again Raijin had never been the sort to make things easier, in fact Hattori suspected he enjoyed being an inconvenience. It would have been safe to assume he was simply pulling Hattori's tail now but it just didn't feel right, something was amiss and the longer Hattori was left in the dark the more his frustrations grew.