Mashi tilted his head to the side as he stared down at the shorter man that approached him. He couldn't find a cell phone on him which surprised him slightly. Leaning towards the smaller man he placed his cigarette between his lips. It was a wordless way of agreeing to play a part in this game of charades they were playing at this point. His hate for the pup of a man before him boiled to the surface but never crested in his eyes.<br/><br/>Drawing away the larger man exhaled the smoke from his nose, "Cherry," He murmured, "Must have a nicer taste than my own bland tobacco."<br/><br/>Little anyone new but the great Captain Hibiki enjoyed making his own cigarettes and often blended his own tobacco at home instead of buying it prepackaged. Hobbies. Someone had told him once he needed them. Likely his mother, "Let me walk you to your car," He growled softly. It wasn't to come across as unfriendly but was habit from pushing women and men away who thought they could heal those scars time had left on his soul.<br/><br/>He waited for Taiga to move before following him just a step behind and to his left. An onlooker might have thought it strange as they walked nearly like they knew each other and had some semblance of trust between each other. But the two men knew the truth. Blood would be spilled if either made the wrong move. Maybe not at that moment but at some moment in the future.<br/><br/>The more he looked at his prey the more he realized his brother and him would have been about the same age had one lived. Perhaps just as handsome as each other too. It made guilt weigh heavily in his gut. He would get his revenge though. It lingered on his tongue like the hint of mint he had blended into his cigarettes this morning. Once they arrived at Taiga's car the larger man repressed the smile that desired to spread over his lips. It was a beauty and completely electric. Computers controlled every inch of the exotic car. It wasn't something he had to ask about he could feel it like a large cat rubbing its head at his legs.