Ryu made an adorably childish pouting face at his bosses angry range filled words. He didn't speak for several heartbeats not wanting to stir up the man's anger. He wasn't afraid of his bosses anger. Not when it was verbal. He knew the man could fly into a rage and there wasn't a darn thing he could do to survive that encounter. But this wasn't one of those moments. He could sense that. His survival instincts were well honed.<br/><br/>It wasn't so much that he didn't have high standards. He had a lot of hatred inside him and his bloodlust was always running high whenever he was around the gang. He just loved blood it was so beautiful and the art of pain was so exquisite. He sighed softly and said "yah, will do. I'll go grab my bike and meet you all back at HQ then?" he asked. His tone even as he looked at the blood on him. He took out a white linen cloth and began to white the blood from his leather coat. Opening it so that is flowed around him exposing the black clothing beneath. His hands now cleaned, both knives cleaned and sheathed he was ready to head out and retrieve his ride.<br/><br/>He'd always been good at finding hiding holes and he'd stashed his bike in one. Everything else of value he kept on his person. He was nomadic by nature. The bike was stolen. So it wasn't a loss if it was suddenly gone. Sure I'd piss him off and he'd most likely itch to track down the b*****d who'd stolen it from him. Just to see the blood run. He was still grinning as he watched the boss type the message. He wanted the man's blood, but a good joy ride would be fun too. Or better yet getting waisted on some good alcohol that would always be fun.