Tatsuya walked to the back door of the warehouse with Kaysuki, lifting his hand and knocking on the door. He waited for an answer, and when he got silence in return he took his foot and kicked the door. "Guys, aren't you even going to come to the door?!"

A small section of the door slid open and a pair of blue eyes peeked out at the two. "Ahh, Tatsu. What's the password?"

"It's me you idiot, now open the door before I smash through it!!" Tatsuya replied angrily.

The section closed and many clicks and squeeks could be heard. Soon the door opened and the man in a black attire let them in. "Good to have you back. Who's this?"

"A fellow I found on the street now move. I have important business to attend to, you will find out later." He walked past the man, beckoning for Kaysuki to follow.

((ooc: Lmao that was long O_o))

Connan walked from the back of the warehouse, not quite believing his eyes.

'Tatsuya comes back, and brings a stray? What the hell?'

He nodded to tatsuya. "A stray, huh? Do I get to kill him? You know how I am when I'm bored, Tatsu."

"Heh.. not today Connan." He looked to Connan, then to Kaysuki. "Maybe later, I need him for something right now.."

Connan growled, quietly enough that it was almost inaudible. "We should talk, Tatsu."
He stared at his 'boss' for a minute, then seemingly disgusted at something, walked away and threw himself into a chair. Taking out a Browning 1911 pistol, he began cleaning it, somehow delicate and angry at once.

He gave a low sigh and looked to Kaysuki. "Just stay here. Don't touch anything."

He then went to Connan. "What is it?"

((oc: Omg hes gonna kill me XD))

The second growl from his throat was exceptionally audible. In fact, the room froze. After an awkward pause, the other gang members continued their activities.

"You're gone for what, a month? And then this. A fucking stray. For all we knew you where dead, and then this. For fucks sake, Tatsu. How the hell do we function as a gang if this keeps happening?"

(OOC: Hardly- I did say loyal, did I not? Your character could beat the crap out of mine in relitive safety. Maybe.)

He put a hand through his hair. "Hey, death is a common thing. Espessially in our case. And I need information, this guy could help."

He stared down at Connan. "You know that if I died you would take my place. Death isn't something to fuss about."


((ooc: Lol O_o Sweet XD But I didn't really have anything to say so I made it up as Iwent XD I like the part where if Tatsu died Connan would take his place XD Lmao @__@))

"I couldn't hold this place together and you know it. At least, not now. Death is common, I concur, but the gang leader is supossed to be subjected to the least risk. That's something you taught me, Tatsuya. Having it thrown back in my face isn't exactly inspiring. You want someone to go out, get shot at, kill, maim, terrorise and otherwise cause havoc in the quest for your precious information, next time, fucking ask."

Connan was practically spitting venom now, supremely pissed off.

"Ahh, take it easy." He raised a brow at Connan. "Next time I'll send you, better?"

Connan didn't even answer. He was pissed off enough that he wasn't even looking at his leader, instead, he focused all his energy on the weapon infront of him.

(OOC: He's an insolent bastard LOL)

He crossed his arms and they sat/stood in silence. For now at least.


((ooc: Lmao damn right XD))

(OOC: Can you imagine how the stray musta been feeling LOL.)

Connan was ignoring Tatsuya, even though he knew that he'd probably pay for his insolece. He was pissed off enough not to care.

(OOC: LOL maybe I shoulda been gang leader LOL!)

((ooc: Ahahaha XD Musta been scared LOL))

He didn't really like being ignored, his eyes turning to a glare.

((ooc: Lmao that woulda been a little too scary O_O I would be dead by now Now you must do something because you are sitting and I am standing and if I suddenly slapped you it would be strange O_o))

Connan could feel the force of Tatsuya's gaze. Any sane person would have appologised, or at least replied by then.

Beginning to give off a low growl, he uncrossed his arms and made fists with his hands. He didn't dislike being ignored. He hated being ignored.