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A large room with six chairs on either side and a central chair featuring a desk at the end of the room. In the back room is a more private office with a bed and another desk for those long nights.

Ayame shook her head watching Jin sleep. He was so lazy how did he get to be Commander? Not that she wanted to be Commander she had her own mess to deal with besides she had a feeling if she was Commander the acceptance rates would drop big time. She was very hard to please and if the people weren't good enough she would deny them right away. She wasn't here to try and baby people if they didn't like it well she was more than qualified enough to prove they were ready.

Ayame was drawn out of her thoughts as Jin woke up then asked if she was ready. "I have been waiting here for the last ten minutes and you have slept! Yes I think it is time to head to the academy it was time five minutes ago! If we don't hurry we are going to be late now I can easily get there in time I am a little worried about you Nihasaki-Taicho!" She was a little frustrated by it all but she would calm down once they were on their way.

Ayame narrowed her eyes at the use of her first name. "You will always be Nihasaki-Taicho to me and it is Shihouin-Taicho!" She sighed as he used shunpo following after him without another word though she shot him a couple of glares. He was so infuriating at times even while growing up she wanted to just beat him senseless sometimes which was what there monthly sparing session was for!

Zeke strolled into his office, and threw his jacket over a chair, despite the coat rack at the door. He placed a cigarette between his lips and took his shirt off, tossing it on the same chair, as he opened a cabinet and took a steamed towel out of it and placed it across his shoulders so that it hung down over his chest. He lit the cigarette and motioned to a chair in front of the desk. "Have a seat, Miss Ninchou."

He himself sat behind the desk and propped his feet up on it, relaxing as he poured warmed sake into cups and offered one out to Nagisa.

Zeke smirked, filling her cup before sliding a new bottle to her. "A woman after my own heart... A man's only as potent as the drink in his cup. So, tell me about yourself, beautiful." Her lack of femininity hadn't phased him, he himself was raised (if you'd call it that..) in the same place she'd been.. District 80. Manners were an uncommon thing in that place.

He lit a few candles on the table, the light revealing the many scars that Zeke had acquired during battle. One could lose track if they tried to count them all. He sipped his sake, enjoying it, the same cocky smirk on his face as he'd had earlier when he kissed her.

He smirked and grabbed two fresh bottles of 50 Soju sake and picked up the knife that she'd stabbed into his desk. He used the blade to break the seals on the bottles before stabbing the knife back into the desk.. to the hilt. He took a long drag off of his cigarette before picking up one of the bottles and turning it up, and downing it, in the same time that she'd chugged the smaller serving bottle. He smiled and let the smoke out of his lungs.

"That's funny, I thought my feeble attempt at seducing you was going just fine.. you are asking for MORE, after all, aren't you, Beautiful?" He slid the other bottle to her as he broke the seal on another and took a big swig off of it.

He smiled as she broke the bottles and even chuckled as the knife went straight through the broken desk straight into the floor. He took a new bottle and placed the top into his mouth, biting through it and chewing on the glass, as the sake flowed into his mouth, drinking the sake as he chewed up the glass and consumed it, not stopping until the sake bottle was empty, and all the glass swallowed.

He stepped over to the window and opened the blinds, moonlight flooding in as he opened yet another bottle and repeated the process, taking the bottles and breaking them over his head in turn and using the irish bar knives that the bottles had produced to cut himself, starting at the top of his chest and dragging the cuts all the way down to his waistline, before finally, to top it off, he smoked the cigarette down to the filter, placed it,still lit in his mouth and swallowed it, blowing out the smoke afterward. "Beaten, as requested. Now, if you INSIST on breaking my furniture, there's a MUCH bigger piece that I'd GLADLY help you with in the back room."