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Awful, Terrible, No-good Layabout
Noh
Noh's lips curled further at Hana's return of his pun. He barely felt Mai's hand unlink from his, and barely noticed her cozying it up with the Byakko guy. His eyes were elsewhere at this point, namely on the ancient being that made its way down the stairs. He swept his hand across his chest, and the other to his back as he bowed low to the one and only Jinbaba. It would be too much to say that he didn't like her. After all, she was giving him cash, and a place to stay. It was only right that he treated her as his superior. Not so much the others. He stood silent as Jinbaba spoke her piece, and after she was done, he remained so. His eyes darted around the place, scanning each of their expressions, and immediately, he found nothing but suspicions and discord.
"So that's the big deal, huh. A spy." He finally spoke, scratching his head irritably. He didn't particularly enjoy pointing fingers at people. It was the law, the rule in the code of friends. You don't rat another out. Even as the 'incentive' stared at him in the face, Noh could only but sigh. What's 2 c cut from his pay, anyway? What did freedom mean to him anyway? What was there left of his original name to care for?
He wasn't cut out for this. Washing glasses, preparing drinks, entertaining the customers, these jobs were what he did. "Darn. All this hard thinking's giving me rather," he blinked blearily and buried his face in his hands, before opening them, revealing a grotesquely disfigured face, one of his eyes on his chin, and the other at the tip of his nose, and his mouth seated on his forehead, "mixed feelings." He gave a loud laugh to disguise his growing disgust at the others for their ability to turn on their own co-workers just for a paltry sum of money, before tugging at his eyes and his mouth, flicking them off his face. His facial features now barren, there was no way of telling what he was thinking through his eyes.
"Alright, Detectives, I'm afraid this is out of my jurisdiction." He gave a mocking salute at the crowd gathered. "Rookie Noh will be heading back on the beat patrol now at the bar, sirs. Here's to your successful investigation." He made what seemed to be a sound of stifled laughter, before waving dismissively at them. "Alright, you big boys and girls don't play too rough now. If you do, I'll be around to kiss those booboos away. Now, if you'd excuse me, Jinbaba-sama, all of you," he bowed to the old lady, then to the rest, "I'll be taking my leave. If you've need for refreshments during your work, of which I'm very sure you'll be most intent on doing, please, visit the bar." He bowed again, and turned on his heel, making his way back to his original post. Though there were no facial expressions, there could have been a slight tinge of acidic derision in his words, not so much as aimed towards Jinbaba, but more of towards his co-workers.
Noh's lips curled further at Hana's return of his pun. He barely felt Mai's hand unlink from his, and barely noticed her cozying it up with the Byakko guy. His eyes were elsewhere at this point, namely on the ancient being that made its way down the stairs. He swept his hand across his chest, and the other to his back as he bowed low to the one and only Jinbaba. It would be too much to say that he didn't like her. After all, she was giving him cash, and a place to stay. It was only right that he treated her as his superior. Not so much the others. He stood silent as Jinbaba spoke her piece, and after she was done, he remained so. His eyes darted around the place, scanning each of their expressions, and immediately, he found nothing but suspicions and discord.
"So that's the big deal, huh. A spy." He finally spoke, scratching his head irritably. He didn't particularly enjoy pointing fingers at people. It was the law, the rule in the code of friends. You don't rat another out. Even as the 'incentive' stared at him in the face, Noh could only but sigh. What's 2 c cut from his pay, anyway? What did freedom mean to him anyway? What was there left of his original name to care for?
He wasn't cut out for this. Washing glasses, preparing drinks, entertaining the customers, these jobs were what he did. "Darn. All this hard thinking's giving me rather," he blinked blearily and buried his face in his hands, before opening them, revealing a grotesquely disfigured face, one of his eyes on his chin, and the other at the tip of his nose, and his mouth seated on his forehead, "mixed feelings." He gave a loud laugh to disguise his growing disgust at the others for their ability to turn on their own co-workers just for a paltry sum of money, before tugging at his eyes and his mouth, flicking them off his face. His facial features now barren, there was no way of telling what he was thinking through his eyes.
"Alright, Detectives, I'm afraid this is out of my jurisdiction." He gave a mocking salute at the crowd gathered. "Rookie Noh will be heading back on the beat patrol now at the bar, sirs. Here's to your successful investigation." He made what seemed to be a sound of stifled laughter, before waving dismissively at them. "Alright, you big boys and girls don't play too rough now. If you do, I'll be around to kiss those booboos away. Now, if you'd excuse me, Jinbaba-sama, all of you," he bowed to the old lady, then to the rest, "I'll be taking my leave. If you've need for refreshments during your work, of which I'm very sure you'll be most intent on doing, please, visit the bar." He bowed again, and turned on his heel, making his way back to his original post. Though there were no facial expressions, there could have been a slight tinge of acidic derision in his words, not so much as aimed towards Jinbaba, but more of towards his co-workers.