Yamanashi
"Buh... this blows."
Down a shopping avenue in the Asian Special Ward, a man in an haphazardly put-together suit ruminated on his concerns, on slow steps towards his intended destination. His lamentation drew the scrutiny of a couple who passed him and hurried to move away, the sound of it making him twitch. He snapped his head back with such speed his gelled back hair was ruffled, but he only caught a glimpse of animal ears as they entered a store to avoid his gaze.
Yamanashi Kento choked down the extremely average envy and mediocre disapproval that welled up in him. Curse people with an actual love life, his grizzled and bruised heart said. And don't just sleep with her because she has fox ears, you maniac. Seriously, sometimes it felt like it was harder to find humans than demons in this place. But then, that was part of the reason why he was going where he was going.
He turned a corner into a main street and stopped in front of the door to what was by all accounts a humble and respectable drinking establishment. The yakuza had found this place a little while ago, and it had quickly become his new (and private) solace spot, away from the increasingly annoying bluster of the Kuzumi-gumi main grounds. Now, don't get him wrong, he loved his boys and his mam wouldn't let him say otherwise, but they were rowdy idiots that made it very hard to experience any peace and quiet.
And with the emerge of dragon boss man, the grudgeful cooperation with the triads, and all the demons stalking what used to be their streets, the Kuzumi-gumi hadn't gotten any less hothead lately.
Yamanashi looked up towards the hanging CLOSED sign and swept a hand past his forehead and over his hair to keep it back. He was pretty much a usual... almost. Incognito of course, he hadn't made a point that he was with the Yakuza, not when he came here especially to get away from the headaches of the job and the family. The proprietress shouldn't mind him coming in and sitting down for an early start. It wasn't that strange an hour regardless of the message on the door anyways.
He entered and briefly waved up in the air as he noticed the owner, smiling roughly. "Oiiii, Mitsuba-ane!"
His step tensed as he began to move towards the counter, but stopped short as he recognized she wasn't alone. His words died on his lips in a mumble as he stumbled in righting himself, seized by apologetic need. It was one thing to come out of hours, another to barge in and possibly violate propriety because of a poorly timed whim.
"Ah, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," he mouthed, avoiding the metal-like eyes of the other woman, even as he noticed the beautiful but strange contour of her face. "Please do not mind me."
And with that, he sat down on the counter, turned away from them and failing to whistle inconspicuously.