<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4578j9j.jpg?1)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/camWgii.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Yasutora <em>'Yasu'</em> Muguruma<br/>    安太郎 <em>'野洲'</em> 六車</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>    </td><td>He had watched them both leave one after another leaving him to his own inner workings. Yasu never had the house to himself often, but it seemed that today he would miss out on the tranquility of utter silence to venture out into the bustling city again. There were times when the appeal of a simple life in the country seemed appropriate. His parents had moved out there not too long ago and had been telling him how nice it was to be away from it all. Yea its was something to consider at least, maybe when he turned thirty.<br/><br/>Yasu took a quick fifteen minute SSS <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>(Sh*t. Shower. Shave)</em></span> before getting dressed. Getting out a nice pair of jeans which Ayumi had bought for him as a gift for his birthday a few months back, and a black shirt with the words  D.M.C. (Detroit Metal City) written on the back of it in bold red a band he adored highly since his odd sense of music seemed to gravitate toward metal music. As for his shoes he didn't care what he wore for since they were usually black or white with little color differentiation between them all. <br/><br/>Right as he was on the verge of leaving his cell went off and to his surprise it was Takahiro asking him if he could set up the kotatsu. That meant he would have to go into the large storage closet. They had a oki-gotatsu, but both of them still called it by the general terminology of it. Yasu pushed the small table into the center of the living room, yet had to move the couch back enough so they would all have room when using it; next he placed a blanket atop the then finally adding the table top. He messaged back Tak-kun saying he had got it handled.<br/><br/><strong>To: Pervy Kappa<br/> From: Yasu<br/>Msg:<br/>  Got it done. Next time do it yourself dofus.<br/>P.S. Tell Ayu-chan that I'll be in the area to pick her up from work if she wants.</strong><br/><br/>After he sent the text he was out calling Shogo to see where exactly he had to meet up with this two people, and why he wasn't allowed to know who they were. All he kept being told was that he knew them both, and that was it. <em>'Who in the hell knew him?'</em> it wasn't like it was someone he knew personally since both Sho-san and himself didn't hang about the same people at all unless it was directed towards his <em>job</em>, and Shogo new a lot of shady &amp; deplorable people in his line of work. Yasu was only given the strict instructions to just meet them in the at a specific train station and all would be revealed.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm so done with this shit."</strong> he said aloud when it was meant to be mentally spoken. A few people only gave him a slight look as if he was crazy. <strong>"What? Can't a guy talk to himself?"</strong> The basketball player shot each and every single person a look that would spell out death for any who dared opened their mouths to protest him. It felt like an hour passed him by as trains came and went without whomever he was meant to meet up with. Yasu got up after more than a hour of waiting about to storm away when one more train came and two women (http://i.imgur.com/BaZ9Qu6.jpg) stepped out looking as if they were the kind of women who got a lot of attention from men, but got paid for it.<br/></td></tr></tbody></table>