Toji looks you up and down and rolls his eyes. Great, he’s going to have to babysit some brat. He just sulks in his chair, his arms folded with an abrupt scoff.

Shiu smirks, amused by Toji’s reaction. He knew the bodyguard gig would annoy him, and he’s living for it. Shiu sighs and looks back at you, He gives you friendly smile through the cigarette between his lips, ignoring his friend’s sulking for the sake of the job. “Hello, you must be the client, right? We’re your bodyguards, brat.”