BUT WHAT THE HELL IS GROWING UP ♠ private, job, neyvahn

Itazura ♠ Black Rose ♠ C-Rank ♠ Aruzati
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This time, Itazura was the one that was on time, either that or he was early, or maybe he was late and Neyvahn was really late or already here. Who knows. He climbed out from the cargo hold of a large train, he could've been a normal person and paid whatever to get in a passenger seat, and actually be legal. But no, he was weird and didn't want to pay. Plus there was a lot more room in the back to stretch out on some boxes and be comfortable. You didn't have to bother dealing with people wanting their seat instead of you using it as a foot rest or some such. So from the weasel's point of view, it was a lot better to do it like this. Even though he shouldn't do it, considering riding without paying is illegal and he shouldn't break rules being in a legal guild. But as long as he in't caught, he can still be the chaotic neutral kamaitachi that he's always been. A lot more fun when you don't have any rules restricting you from doing stuff, except there are rules and you should follow them. Prying open the doors with his extremely long and sharp claws, he peeked out making sure noticed. Which surprisingly enough, nobody did. I cause all the hustle and bustle of the central town was rather loud, and people where busy unboarding the train. With a grin on his face, he hopped out and stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked along the streets like nothing happened.
The weasel didn't really know where to find the bakeneko, he didn't really set up a meeting place, not really being the sort the plan out stuff like that. Though the pub sounded like a good bet, not that he thought the Keyvolo was a common drinker or anything. But it was a normal place to go to if you wanted to meet up with people or find out where you needed to go, and perhaps information for the current job he was doing, that would be good. Plus he just, really wanted a good meat filled meal and some heavy alcohol. It was a long ride in the cargo car of the train, and he didn't have any food back there, so he was starving. Pushing open the door to the closet bar, a bell jingled and people looked his way. Some probably confused at why a young boy was entering into a bar when it wasn't really legal for him to drink. Others didn't really give a crap, and everybody that looked over at him just went back to their business.
Itazura climbed up onto a bar chair and squatted, his odd yet usual sitting position, for some reason (I don't know why) he finds this comfortable, and rarely sits by dangling his legs of the edge of the chair. He raised his hand, waving over the barkeeper, a young woman with a neutrally 'takes no crap from anybody' face "Ellooo~ I'll take the heaviest alcohol you got along with a nice plate of meat" he said with a giggle. Placing his hands on his knees and tapping them repetitively, he looked into the eyes of the bartender. She raised an eyebrow at him "Any meat specifically?" she asked, not asking why he just wanted a platter of meat. He just simply shook his head in response "'Kay, and I'll need an ID" she said, as she grabbed a bottle of liquor and refilled a man's glass. The itachi cocked his head to the side "ID?" she nodded "Identification, just to make sure you're eighteen or older" she said as she set the bottle back on it's rightful place on the shelf behind her. He laughed nervously, tapping his knees a bit faster "Can't you just take my very trustful word for it?" he asked, she just shook her head. Little did she know he was well above the age for the legal drinking age, but it was right of her to ask for ID. That of which he didn't have.

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