fancy some matcha?

The autumn wind that blew over Ashen's shores carried a chill to it, ruffling Hattori's coat as he paused outside of the palace to wipe off his paws. He didn't tend to spend much time within the palace's walls, but after several hours of patrolling then checking Ashen's caches the very least he deserved was a nice cup of tea to warm his heavy bones. Grunting to one of the attendants to prepare him some matcha, Hattori then made his way to the main hall and settled upon the furs beside the fire. Ashen's palace was as much of his home as Iga used to be, it's layout so familiar to him he was certain he'd be able to navigate its winding corridors with his eyes covered. Not that he cared to try.

As he waited for his tea to be served Hattori distantly heard the echo of clamour from somewhere within the subterranean tunnels. From the sounds of it Kuroki was being a menace again, no surprise there, and yet he felt very little desire to get to his paws and sort the boy out himself. Though he loved his son deeply in his own, wordless way, spending time with the difficult boy became all the more frustrating with each encounter. The more Hattori tried to rein him in the harder the prince struggled against him, acting out simply to spite his parent's wishes.

Hattori did not know how to handle him and Venom's softer approach could only do so much.