[color=royalblue]"....Very well, Minase-[i]shi[/i]. But I must say, I share sentiments with Volkov-dono."[/color] As his hand continued to run itself along the soft fur coat of the feline, Ren voiced out his agreement to the older female. [color=royalblue]"My family has the financial capability to provide such a place, if needed be... My father will welcome the idea if it is the will of the boss."[/color] For a moment, his gaze was turned towards the young boss candidate as if he were partly addressing the decision of the matter towards the younger teen. After all, the final decision should be made by the big boss, whether he's ready to take on the responsibility to make important decisions or not.

While taking his eyes off of him for but a moment or two, the yakuza heir had just noticed the change of movement from Hideaki's hand. The hand atop the cat's head froze as his azure orbs intently watched each caressing movement made, how the tail fur swayed along with each stroke, how the boy's hand carefully caressed the fluffy coat with such precision. Ren's eyes slightly narrowed, as his thoughts filled of how the other male was no ordinary fur stroker. The inquiry from the bespectacled student snapping him back to reality, the raven haired male responded as his hand resumed caressing the white-ginger cat but with more delicate yet precise movements while covering more ground, or should we say fur coat, now stroking its back. There was a glint in the male's blue eyes as they focused back to the archer, some sort of gesture accepting this awkward challenge.

[color=royalblue]".....There are not a lot I may say about myself. ... But I do favor the olden ways of our nation, when civilians carried swords as a companion. And... felines,... these curious creatures pique my interest..."[/color] As he spoke his last statement, his eyes fell down to the cat who purred in delight when Ren started to scratch under its jaw. Looking back to Hideaki, he expected an introduction of sorts to be returned.