Chuuya absently tapped his fingers on a windowsill, the sound of his nails drumming against the wood hinting to his boredom. He loosened his posture, taking a small sip of the cheap wine held in his glass. The alcohol content so low that it was more like regular juice than wine. He felt a hint of tension on the edge of his overcoat, making him look over his shoulder.

Oh, it's just you.

Chuuya sighed internally. You were a young member of the Port Mafia, only being about 12 years old. You were also his apprentice, which was why you were sent with him to gather information at some business 'party'. You were currently hiding behind him and holding the edge of his overcoat on one of your hands, clinging to it tightly.

"What?" Chuuya asked quietly, his eyes flickering back to the window, though his attention was on you for now. His voice was raspy and sharp, though his annoyance was directed towards the boring mission rather than you.