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| - Guessing Kusaka's thoughts, Tyrell Nishiki sighed in response before speaking in a low voice so he wouldn't be heard by those arguing not ten meters away. "I don't think they do," He was a muscular young man and tall, being of a height with Kusaka himself and sported a hair cut thats messiness and number of spikes put even Zieg Yoso to shame. "You'd think no one had ever knocked over a pint before..." He took a slug of his own tankard then and breathed relieve as he set it down on the circular table the two Shinigami were sharing. Nodding and dropping down to his seat again, Kusaka emptied his half-full tankard and sighed before getting back to his feet and walking over to the argument. A fellow in a dusty kimono - obviously up from the docks - was arguing profusely with a well-dressed, middle-aged man with a silk handkerchief covering his nose as though a bad smell lingered. One… two. He counted mentally, vowing to boot both men out on their heads when the count reached five. Ino Choyo walked in and silence descended as if every single one of the people in the bar had had their voice boxes removed and tongues cut out besides. She walked straight over to Tyrell and shook her head when her amber eyes took in Kusaka. He made a gesture as if to say "they need it" and the nod she gave in return only caused him to count all the faster. "Five!" He moved forward quickly, grabbing both men by the scruff of the neck and marching them towards the door. They were like children in his grasp, and their complaints at their handling only made him move faster. In two fluid motions both men landed on their heads outside the bars door, the well-dressed man swearing about how he'd pay and all that nonsense. "Oh, can it, already! First, you piss me off which is annoying in itself, and then you threaten a Captain? Take a look at my face and see if you recognize it." The man's face drained completely of all color and when he ran off, alongside the man from the docks, apologies spewed from his mouth like blood from a new wound. "Idiots," He muttered, returning to the comfort and quietness of his table. Taking his position at the wall once again, he sighed and reached for his re-filled tankard with a broad grin. "What?" He asked to the faces looking at him as though he had three heads and all funny looking for by. "I like a quiet drink, and arguing in annoying when I'm not the one doing it. Barkeep! One round for everyone on me." Cheers rose as he finished and the looks quickly changed to gratefulness. "... Some things never change," Ino remarked with a laugh stifled with the back of her hand. To Kusaka she was gorgeous, with flowing blond hair, an outfit that highlighted her generous curves and a smile that made him want to smile in return. She was everything he looked for in a girl, but he always held his tongue because she was his best friend’s girl. "Why would I ever change?" he said in reply, taking a quick slug from his tankard. "Honeyed whiskey? In a tankard? Ino, you truly are a gift from on high, whose beauty is matched only by the stars of the night." The two looked at one another for a time before laughing, holding sides as they caught up. The two spoke a good while before Ino wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and looked serious for a moment. "Kenji's made a discovery." Sighing at their fun being cut short, Kusaka shared a look with Tyrell. "I could've gone the rest of the day without hearing that." "I could've gone the whole week," Tyrell added, meeting Ino's soft amber gaze. "Apparently, he has a brother." Whiskey spewed from Kusaka's mouth in a spray, soaking Tyrell whose face slowly began to show his growing anger.
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