<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/f1abd027-81b4-461d-b6e7-07c88cc7ef34_zps67ed7b49.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name</strong>:</td><td>Kakumei Sumi (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1106989)</td><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location</strong>:</td><td>Kirigakure; Tsukire's Chambers</td><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Date/Time</strong>:</td><td>Day One?</td><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong>:</td><td>Open</td><td></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Content</strong>:</td><td> G (Nothing to Note)</td><td></td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>HP:</strong></td><td>XX/XX</td><td><strong>Chakra:</strong></td><td>-15/XX</td><td><strong>Reserves:</strong></td><td>XX/XX</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>If Seiji had been more sober, or perhaps more perceptive, he might have seen suspect in how interested Kakumei was in the older Chuunin's complaining about his job. Kakumei kept the happy smile on his face, laughing at all the little jokes and doing every thing he could to make him feel good. Once the food was done, Kakumei took a spot next to Seiji on his side of the table to share a large bottle of sake. Kakumei wasn't drinking as much as he made it seem, but was willing to get a slight buzz from it.<br/><br/>He chuckled at the potential issue that Seiji brought up, even if the older lawman wasn't really telling him 'No'. Kakumei idly reached a hand out to idly walk two fingers up along Seiji's front; a gesture playful enough that they could play it off as something mundane, but still caused the electric shocks of contact. Kakumei's fingertips would press into that bulk just to feel the strength there, his grin growing noticeably to show his appreciation even if he didn't make any audible compliment, "Well, I don't want to get you in trouble of course. Maybe I just use flipping through the book as an excuse to spend some more time with you?"