Thus Spoke Zenōsha [CLOSED]

Shinsuke greeted the girl happily, putting aside his negative thoughts for just a moment to properly engage her. Sitting up straight, Shinsuke extended one of his long arms and shook her dainty hand, his warm eyes looking her up and down. "I'm fine, thank you. You look like you're doing well, I take it you've had a good day?" There was an almost childlike innocence to the way Shinsuke spoke, even when he made reference to his friend's sexual appetite. "Oh, right." Reminding himself of her rather unhygienic habits, Shinsuke elected to slide his palm back along the table subtly, trying to wipe off any of the communicable disease that may have clung to Soyo-Soyo's hand. Playful disgust aside, Shinsuke was genuinely delighted to see her again, it had been twenty seven days since he had last met up with the girl, a stretch of time that made Shinsuke rather uncomfortable. After all, he found it difficult to even tolerate a person on more than one occasion, so the idea of simply leaving a friendly connection on the shelf didn't sit well with him. What was stopping him from simply forgetting how to care?

"I'm sorry for the cordial tone of the letter, but I'm afraid I had professional concerns and thought it warranted a professional letter, my friend."

Shinsuke bowed his head respectfully to emphasize his words - though he also wanted to ignore the bad feeling they left in his mouth, a metallic vitriol that threatened to make him ill. It was one thing for Shinsuke to reflect upon his interactions with humanity (usually at the behest of Zenōsha), but to actually utter these sorts of things and mean them was another situation entirely. Clearing his throat to justify the odd look on his face, Shinsuke turned his deadened gaze over to the woman who approached with his coffee; she was glancing between the two occupants of the booth, wearing that glib smile that prefaced awkward small talk. "Don't make this more awkward, you cretin." Shinsuke screamed internally, trying to compel the woman to keep her mouth shut about Soyo-Soyo's truancy with thought alone. This situation was already awkward enough, between his friend's embarrassing slight and Shinsuke's stilted banter, any further disruption would threaten to kill off what little stability their interaction had. Panicked, Shinsuke turned his attention to Soyo and met her eyes, waiting until the waitress placed the coffee on the table before activating his power.

Consciousness overlapped with reality, bending and invalidating the image and existence of the woman. What was once a nuisance uttering meaningless small talk became a mute pawn, wordlessly placing the coffee down before walking away. Amidst this haze, no other oddities would exist; not a single distraction would be allowed in Shinsuke's projected world. After staring at the seemingly mute girl for a few moments, the waitress groaned and walked away, assuming that she either couldn't understand her or that she was too important to speak. Once she was gone, Shinsuke's dominant hand lifted the glass to his lips, though he paused before his first sip. "I wish for counsel on joining a Division. I've no idea where to go and fear that a lack of specialization will hurt my long term prospects." Pouring some of the liquid passed his soft lips, the young man's face twisted into a kind smile.


"You fraternize with people from other Divisions, correct? Which do you think would suit me?"