BOOM!The male yelped and shoved himself backwards when the gloved fist had made contact with the table, slowly looking up to see the stoney cold eyes of the male before him pierce in to his own. "I told you..." hissed the ebony-haired as he moved forwards, narrowing his eyes a bit. "This information isn't good enough. This is not the information I asked for..." he snarled softly. "I... I did all I--" the male yelped once more when the ebony-haired had grasped his collar and pulled him closer. "Not. Good. Enough." he growled once more, putting the rupees back in his bag and pushing himself up. "W-wait! You prom--" the cold stare of the gray-eyed male made him shut up and sink back in his chair, eyes settling on the ground. "Good." stated the male, giving a sly smirk before he made his way out of the pub and into the streets, breathing in deeply and closing his eyes.Mystus. Mysterious. Mystique. Mystery. Oh well, suppose one could call him that at times. "Tch. Stupid festival." he grunted, making his way through the crowd. That mask... Any of the two. They should be here... The fierce deity mask or the feared Majora's mask... They should be able to be found. And he would. Damn it.. He would. With a slight snort, he glanced over his shoulder to see the male he had been talking to disappearing in the crowd too, making a smirk curl around his lips for a second before he looked back ahead, almost tripping over a girl. "Tch. Look where you're going!" he half-snapped to the flower selling female, looking less then pleased.
