[color=bc8dbf]"Machete murderers. Well then,"[/color] Hide commented, taking up the daintly little dish and the accompanying cup. [color=bc8dbf]"I'll keep that in mind,"[/color] he quipped, taking another quick sip of tea before setting the tiny cup on the tiny dish, setting the tiny dish on the less tiny table, and setting his hand on the fluffy tail, [color=bc8dbf]"If we're to be assaulted by an murderer in the woods, I'll try to refrain from having large amounts of sex and being a foreigner, then."[/color] Though the reference to horror movie tropes was something that seemed to be fairly obvious, there [i]was[/i] definitely something rather off in how he'd said it...

[color=bc8dbf]"You're not wrong. That's my name, yes,"[/color] Hide answered, reaching towards the center of the table and drawing back a small plate of wagashi, [color=bc8dbf]"Though keep the honorific; it sounds unbearably grating without it."[/color] Though it may have seemed contrary to his rather cavalier demeanor, Hideaki was not a very casual person. Or at the very least, Kanesada Rentarou had not yet proven himself worthy of that particular honor. [color=bc8dbf]"Either way, I am glad to see someone intelligent agrees with me,"[/color] he continued, closing his eyes and plopping one of the confectionaries he had earlier obtained into his mouth, [color=bc8dbf]"And he's an obliging one too. Although I will say that offering up a headquarters, while generous, is unnecessary."[/color] He swallowed down the last of his wagashi, which left a horrid taste in his mouth. Still, he finished his plate because spitting it up was a social faux pas if anything. He sighed and opened his eyes, just resting his hands on Shi's tail for the moment. [color=bc8dbf]"Hm...?" [/color]he sounded after catching sight of the young yakuza heir stroking his own furry friend with an expression of equal inscrutablility. 

[color=bc8dbf]"So Kanesada-kun,"[/color] Hide spoke, ever so slightly increasing the quantity and quality of his carress, and even mixing it up by going against the fluffy grain, as well as perpendicular and across. The archer would not allow his fur stroking game to be beaten, it seemed. [color=bc8dbf]"I realize we haven't been properly introduced to each other. Why don't you tell me of yourself?"[/color]