<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3f/cb/51/3fcb513183b094b643a10c74bed38b1e.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021 | 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black District, SOPHE Monitoring Van<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa, Ryusei | Mentions: Kyless, Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Receiving Surveillance<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Proper Club Attire (https://i.imgur.com/XwpZxiH.png) / Intentionally semi-mussed black hair<br/><hr/>After taking a small sip from the orange juice Nerissa had brought him to test how it paired with his coffee, he nodded in appreciation to the fox demoness and responded to her enthusiastic offering with a polite and fairly formal, “Thank you Nerissa.” It was an immense challenge not spend too long appreciating the more revealing aspects of Nerissa's dress, what little covering it providing only serving to lead the eye towards the soft curves of her upper body and hips, the cool silver material serving bringing out the warm tone of her skin in contrast. While Toshiro's profession had given him a fairly neutral gaze when it came to the subject of exposed forms, he couldn't help but find a significant eroticism present in any outfit that served to tease what little it concealed. Even though this was hardly the time for such an appreciation, especially when it came to a subordinate of his at SOPHE,  Toshiro couldn't help but find himself staring a little longer than he should have before averting his gaze a little more forcefully than he had intended.<br/><br/>Turning off his outgoing communications with the rest of the team, he turned back towards Nerissa with a smile for her comment regarding his choice in attire. “No I'm pretty sure I look handsome all the time, but if my choice is being an Adonis through melting under a hot summer sun by dressing for a funeral like Albs, or staying cool, then I think I'd rather go ugly.” Reaching up to clutch his tie in a semi-exaggerated horror at Nerissa's remark he added with great indignation, “The tie brings the outfit together!” Then taking a moment to consider a potential bargain that Nerissa might be unlikely to accept he added with theatrical reluctance, “Well I'm not going to go the night without accessories... I'll trade you your necklace for it.” While Toshiro didn't imagine the light toned jewelry would pair well with the somewhat pale skin of his neck, he made the offer more with the intention of having Nerissa  refuse and allow him to keep his tie. On the other hand, should she accept his bargain, it was a nice looking necklace and he could probably make it work.<br/><br/>As tense as things were beneath Toshiro's friendly facade, he wasn't about to let Nerissa go through his first experience on a surveillance mission, an event that to this day Toshiro rememberd as potentially the least interesting day of his life. “Yeah I've been on my share of this kind of mission, it kinda came with the job of being a field researcher and medic. Best thing you can do for everyone in there and to keep your sanity is to be an active voyeur and don't let yourself get bored. If you get bored you lose focus, and that makes you both worse at the job, and it tends to make you even more bored. Try and make yourself invested with each camera like...”<br/><br/>Scanning quickly over the footage coming in from the bar, he pointed at a lone figure whose beautiful array of green and violet feathers clearly marked them as a demon. “Tell me about this demon. What's their name? Why are they at a dance club all by themselves if all the want to do is drink? They look absolutely gorgeous, I imagine they could find someone to dance with, but they're just hunched over a glass, why would that be? Once you make that up, whenever you feel your interest slipping in looking out for the other agents, look for this demon and ask yourself what he's doing and why he's doing it. Once you've got the cobwebs shaken out of your head by figuring that out, go back to watching Mal FUCK!”<br/><br/>For Toshiro jumping out of his seat at Ryusei's sudden appearance would have been bad enough on it's own for the sudden sense of shock, but it was made all the worse as the taller man's overly large form managed to make a series of exceedingly painful points of contact with the cramped quarters surrounding him. Saving his Nerissa brought drink from an ignominious fall at the last second as his right knee viciously collided with one of the small silver handles sharply protruding from the array of drawers, Toshiro bit his bottom lip to keep from cursing out the now vanished hybrid beyond calling him a slurry of terms that roughly translated to,<em>'<strong>Spatialhoppingmotherfuckingbitchasslittleshitimp!</strong>”</em>After having a passionate inward debate about the merits of delivering a blow of unholy audio feedback back towards Ryusei in revenge, Toshiro decided to table avenging the welts forming along his arms for a later occasion, instead contenting himself with the relief born of a now paired off Kyless.