He lays in the grass, on a hill outside of division 8, in the crisp night air. His straw hat drapes over his ruggedly handsome face as he drinks sake sporadically from a flask. The stars are bright, the moon full. His floral haori slightly open revealing his muscular chest and abdomen ever so slightly. His long dark hair tied back. He hears the rustle in the grass and senses your spiritual pressure and says without looking

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” his voice deep and rich