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[kill_the_king]

The metallic clicks of currency, pulled levers, and clicking tabs of spinning roulette tables filled the air as did trails of smoke, each plume hanging limply as they partially coated the tall ceiling in a haze that dulled the artistic designs dressed in reds and golds. Suddenly a blond head poked out from a row of humming slot machines followed by

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[kill_the_king]

Chewing away on the soft substance, the small blond shut his eyes as he managed a smile at the rather adorable clumsy behavior exhibited by the brunette "It's fiiiiine!" he waved a hand to brush off the worry as if it were a physical thing heading in his direction. He turned his head hearing the roars of betting men not to far away. He couldn't see much from where he was-- large eyes narrowing at what he could make out, which seemed like a large cage swarmed by jeering fans. "Hn...?" he moved away only partially listening to Keisuke's worrywart comments, he was sure the brunette would follow in his wake anyway. Keisuke was a good dog that way. Wandering closer, slender brows slowly began to raise up as what was going on came apparent with the sound of snapping fractures-- though this wasn't something that surprised him, such scenes as this, one eventually grew numb to in Toshima.

His vision rolled over the many fists, some holding tickets. He raised a brow emitting an annoyed grumble as... it was hard to see at his height. Eyes taking in the shoulders and backs of heads...this wouldn't do...

Oh well it wasn't that important for him to observe what was going on. It was easy to assume it was a fight- and he, himself, had seen enough of such within Igura and Bl@ster. He rotated his body slowly-- yet he would freeze up, the very hair on the back of his neck pickling as he heard that voice. Eyes widened immediately-- shooting out a hand fingers ensnared a rather large stranger's coat as he outright shoved the ill-fated man down to crack his face to the velvet carpeting. Rin ignored the snarled voice of protest and slurred curse words, clambering up atop the other's back to use him in order to get a boost-- peering over the crowds.

Sure enough- the voice fit the face. "Punisher- Gunji..." he murmured under his breath, before he wobbled and suddenly used the heel of his platformed boot to grind against the drunk's forehead, without tearing his eyes from the other blond still within the cage. If he was here... was the other Punisher here? Or Mister Bad taste? Maybe Ossan too... Then eventually Akira? He moved down off the... now unmoving form of the unconscious drunk that apparently passed out.

"Keisuke- we need to--..." There was a sudden twinge within his chest, his voice fading as confusion flooded the smaller male's countenance. He... had wanted to retreat with Keisuke... but-- for some reason that need to become scarce evaporated. Incognizant of why, he suddenly found himself turning his eyes once again, seeking that mess of long blond hair over the crowds. "...hn".

He moved away from Keisuke, without any other word to explain himself, he began to weave through passing people who were retiring from the festivities of the fight. It was obvious where Rin was going- he was, for what ever reason, going to seek Gunji out head on.