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((Hey Jade, Cya Keno))

Yet again, the Orinian Emperor finds himself at this dump. As offended as he seems by this planet, he certainly makes an effort to stop by more often than not. It's a little like watching a television program that exhibits human beings of a clearly much lower intelligence than the rest of their population for the sake of comedy. It's a lot like that, really. With a grunt to clear his throat, Wesley parts the doors before reaching them, stepping over the threshold.

His typical red coat is buttoned down to his waist, dull yet dark purple slacks hanging loosely over his polished leather shoes. Forearms folded behind his back, he takes a gander about his surroundings from under the brim of his fedora. Quiet night, but the room isn't filled with the boring stagnance that it seems to be made for. There was life here recently. Negativity, too. The thought alone brings a smile to the demon's face. Little is more entertaining than watching Earth people have a bad day.

Stifling a quiet laugh, he moves toward the far end of the bar to fetch a drink. As he does, he catches a familiar face with his eye. Jade. Or.. no, this is the other Jade. What's her face. Not too modest, this one. More than happy to let her breasts have a read of that book, too. Not minding whether or not she sees Tali having a look at her chest as he passes by, he continues on his way around behind the bar.

"Feel free."

That's all he says. Once he reaches his destination, he unfolds his arms and pulls the overhead cabinet open, taking out a single glass. He turns around and sets the cup upon the counter, a little to the girl's right. Shutting the cabinet with an abrupt bat of his palm, he slips his left hand under his coat and into one of his pockets. From it he takes a small golden flask, the cap of which he twists off and drops on the bartop. He then pours the glass full of vodka from the flask, just leaving it there instead of taking it up.

Rather, he then takes a pull from the flask itself. He turns to his right as he lowers his hand and reaches for his dropped cap, twisting it back onto the bottle; from this angle, his eye is out of view to the Saiya-jin, to her his face hidden by bloody locks of hair.

"You've been keeping score."

The powerful lord speaks with a sly grin on his face as he slips his flask back into the pocket of his pants. His long tail waves boredly around between his coattails as he turns once more, lifting and folding his arms around his chest. He turns his head to see Kirra more directly, his one blue eye looking lazy and tired as usual. Tali again gives the young girl a lingering look up and down before he returns to her face. Even if he couldn't tell already, such attire doesn't feel like something his brother's woman would wear. She calls attention to herself, like a flame in a dark room. Interesting kid.

Conveniently sidestepping the woman's comment, he responds with a question.

"Why bother sticking around?"

Sure it had only been two hours, but that nice little dip in the hot springs was just what he needed. Though his hair and skin were dry and his clothes were still the same he had worn from earlier, one could surmise that he had changed as he made his way back to the main room. What he saw brightened his evening a bit, while shooting down any glimmer of happiness at the same time. First the frame of Jade and along with her the figure of Tali.

This one was reading though, this Jade. Well she was reading. It seemed she had just stopped. She was a lot more revealing with her clothing. Not in the 'yeah I have breasts don't drool' sort of way but the, 'wanna take a look?' fashion. Only when her buttons were torn off in battle would so much skin be exposed.

Whatever. He didn't mind. The fact that there were so many signs discerning one from the other pleased him. He wasn't sure if he would join them or not. He certainly didn't have any interest or need for their company. Nor was he really up for anything short of motivational or thought provoking conversation.

Still though he should be polite.

"Evening Kirra. And you as well Taliman."

Kirra opened her lips to explain further, but paused as Keno himself emerged from the hotsprings area of the hallway. She turned slightly, taking her green eyes off of Taliman, but keeping her body facing towards him as she smiled at the tiger.

"Konbanwa, Keno-san." She bowed her head slightly in greeting towards him, taking another sip from her glass. Then slowly, she slid from her stool and stood up, gathering her notes and her book on the japanese language.

"Unfortunately, as you arrive, I must head off. There are plans for tomorrow, for which this body needs it's rest...."

She tilted her head back and finished off the last of the vodka, and place the glass down on the counter. Then Kirra looked up at Tali sitting on the counter, and gave him a slight wink.

"Perhaps we could finish speaking, another time?"

WIth a small smirk, the young woman nodded to both the men, and started walking towards the elevator, a slight sway to her hips as her tail swung behind her. As the door opened, she turned and smiled at them both.

"Jaa, maate. Goodnight."

And then the doors closed, carrying her up to the top of the tower.

((And so, I must be to bed, for I have work tomorrow. Goodnight you two. >w< *leapspindives into her Lair*))

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Figures. Nodding ever so lightly to Kirra as she stands to her feet and says her goodbyes, he doesn't bother hiding that he's watching the back of her front until it leaves his view. Whatever he did to catch her, Tybron was smart for not throwing her back.

With the eye candy off the menu, the little overlord lets a sigh escape his nostrils as he drops his folded hands to his lap before turning around and twisting his torso in the opposite direction. He now faces Keno, his sapphire eye focused on the boy during the brief silence. Much different appearance than he had when they first met. Twisting his lips a bit in disinterest, he lifts his brows as though to let KenoTao know that he is indeed listening to what he has to say. In a sense, the tiger boy is talking about Wesley. That's worth listening to.

He replies with a wry smile.

"Fine, smart girl, she's turning out to be. A mite adventurous, but that isn't so bad. Much like her mother."

Wesley keeps his words to himself. Like Keno, he doesn't have a prepared answer, though possibly not for the same reason. What Keno says doesn't exactly warrant a response involving more effort than the shrug he recieves from Tali. Even as he says goodbye and makes his departure, the demon doesn't bother to say anything back. Now, what KenoTao follows and concludes with, Tali would have responded to had he the timeframe.

He simply arches a brow as Keno speaks, warning him of the impending danger brought about by the seven deadly warriors sent to kick his hairstyle in. Apparent brutes, they threaten to take out all who try to protect Keno? Simple, then. As the boy wishes, Satomi and Ren will not be involved, if Taliman has anything to do with it. He has no reason to put his wife and child in danger to save someone's a**.

This indeed presents an oppurtunity to see everyone in action, however. If the whole neighbourhood decides to protect KenoTao, one can only assume that some may wish to defend Tybron as well. In order for Taliman to properly scout Tybron, he must know how best to off his friends.

Again clearing his throat, the lord slips from the counter and turns on his heel. He looks down to see that the very last drops of vodka left in Kirra's glass have collected into a little puddle at the bottom. He snatches the cup from the counter and tilts his head back to down the last bit of it. Licking the corner of his dark lips, he drops the glass in the sink and heads for the doors, which open upon his unheard command. On the way out, he rubs the lipstick from his bottom lip with his thumb. Sato would pitch a fit.

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