"Progress!" A wince flashed across his face as Yongsu-san clasped his shoulder far too familiarly from across the table. "Now! Guess what."
He let his silence answer for him. With pointed disinterest, he focused on his noodles, taking them strand by strand. Yongsu-san tended to answer faster when he didn't play the other man's games.
"...All right, fine, you stick in the mud. So! I'll tell you, because you are my buddy and esteemed coworker. Almost as esteemed as yours truly, in fact. Now, anyone who's not an idiot will already know that our old boss is dead. But I! Got to meet our new boss today. And I," Yongsu-san tapped at the notebook, "have notes."
Well, that was more interesting than he'd expected. He set aside his food to take the spiral, and turning to the latest marked page, he blinked at the sketch that greeted him. Given Yongsu-san's talent for art, it was probably fairly accurate. Underneath had been scrawled the name 'Alfred F. Jones.'
"He is... not from any of the other Families around here."
"Nope," Yongsu-san confirmed. "Totally new to the field. He seems decent though. But..."
Kiku sighed, knowing he would give in eventually, if he didn't now. "Very well, I will do a background check."
"Yes!" Yongsu-san fistpumped, then scooted over to his side of the table and threw an arm around his shoulder. "Now let me tell you about what he said today..."
Go Get Your Gun (3c/?)
He let his silence answer for him. With pointed disinterest, he focused on his noodles, taking them strand by strand. Yongsu-san tended to answer faster when he didn't play the other man's games.
"...All right, fine, you stick in the mud. So! I'll tell you, because you are my buddy and esteemed coworker. Almost as esteemed as yours truly, in fact. Now, anyone who's not an idiot will already know that our old boss is dead. But I! Got to meet our new boss today. And I," Yongsu-san tapped at the notebook, "have notes."
Well, that was more interesting than he'd expected. He set aside his food to take the spiral, and turning to the latest marked page, he blinked at the sketch that greeted him. Given Yongsu-san's talent for art, it was probably fairly accurate. Underneath had been scrawled the name 'Alfred F. Jones.'
"He is... not from any of the other Families around here."
"Nope," Yongsu-san confirmed. "Totally new to the field. He seems decent though. But..."
Kiku sighed, knowing he would give in eventually, if he didn't now. "Very well, I will do a background check."
"Yes!" Yongsu-san fistpumped, then scooted over to his side of the table and threw an arm around his shoulder. "Now let me tell you about what he said today..."