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The sound of a vehicle pulling up at the front could be heard, then the idling of a car in park. The opening of a door, then its closing as the driver got out of the front and his foot steps could be heard as he made his way to the back, he would open the door. The clack of Geta could be heard as someone exited the back. Standing at only at 5"8 was a slender man of Japanese decent, he was dressed in a red Yukata, as his side was a Katana/Wakizashi combo, hidden within his Yukata were his other weapons, a Baretta 79 and an AMT Hardballer. His left hand was hanging out the opening of his Yukata. His face was that of an angels, soft lips, lush and in a neutral line, his eyes an amber hue. His expression was what some would call cold, or uncaring. His hair, which of course was not its natural color was crimson red, either it was most likely dyed.
"We have arrived Eiji-dono..."
Came the quiet subservient reply of the driver, representing him with the title of lord, showing him the highest respect one could gain in Japanese society. He nodded and gave a small grunt before stepping forward, towards the doors to the bar. A good cup of sake would help him, he needed to clear his head of what he had done to Rin, he had restrained himself enough to not kill her, but, he knew he got his point across. She now knew that he would not accept any kind of friendship with the Russian, and would not tolerate her affection for the man. The Shuzoku family was an honorable and old family, and would not lower themselves to mixing with westerners, to do so would disgrace the family, and such a disgrace was seppuku to the one who brought it.
Stepping into the bar, and passing the young pink haired girl without a glance, Eiji would produce his Kiseru and fill it as he sat down, he would light it and toke, drawing the tobacco into his lungs. He would release the smoke to perfume the room with its smell, his amber eyes watching. He remained quiet, until the waitress came for him to order his drink.
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