onseisosa liked for a starter.
“Ah, Aoba-san, was it?” The blistering red’s that painted everything from the lamps to the houses contrasted against the blue kimono that the artist wore. Also against this new canvas he had spied, one that intrigued him, held a.. special quality about him.
Ryuuhou would give the younger a pleasant, friendly smile. “My, the chances of us meeting again are slim in such a large place --it must be fate.” And the slightest of chuckled breathed past his lips. “Did you enjoy your time in the club? Did you find what you were looking for?”








