In the Port Mafia base, Chuuya sat on the couch, smoking a cigarette with his hat covering his eyes and leaning back. He looked pretty pissed off, but when does he not?

A half empty wine bottle rested on the table in front of him - red wine, specifically. He had his feet propped up on the table as well, seeming to not have a care in the world.

"'Ya gonna keep staring or actually do something?" He asked, annoyance laced in his voice.