[b]The Conference Room [/b]

Upon being brought to the conference room for... A conference as Yakoul could observe o' so very well, the monster listened attentively to its undisputed female God take the stand and discuss something about peace and whatever kind of treaty involving Suna. Yakoul cared more about absorbing the sounds she was making and withholding the essential of the message. The peace part was quite mind numbing to the cat creature but the escorting what more than exciting because there was a chance to hunt down strong foes and then make them feel bad for confronting Shoko's almighty cat-pet whatever. It put Yakoul in another day dreaming state, already completely abandoning the idea that it had to knock out the human it had stored away, present from the autistic soldier sitting farther in the table in the conference room. All it could think about was appearing triumphant toward the Empress, such as taking an over-the-top pose on-top of the body of the Hokage upon finishing him off with delicacy and style. 

The ridiculous fantasy would come to a halt when one of those annoying Jinchuuriki would barge in uninvited. Yakoul would glare at that individual who obviously had absolutely no manners toward the Empress. As it prepared to leap on the wounded girl, a trait Yakoul completely ignored out of sheer apathy, in order to teach her some tail-slapping manners, Shoko had been faster to react to her and didn't seem displeased about her jumping in out of the blue. Actually, the info the tailed-beast wielder gave were just marvelous. Yakoul couldn't help but relax its muscles after its small moment of anger infused stress with Nikuya's entrance. More rebels, more fighting, more food, more unfair deaths on tiny arrogant brats, more emotional bullshit. It made Yakoul have those butterflies again, the grin on its face had never been this creepy out of battle before. The rollercoaster of emotions Yakoul was going through would be forced into a complete stop when the Empress gave her last order: They had to wait TWO HOURS before leaving. It was like, FOREVER for Yakoul who was already sick of this rig. Il laid its arms on the large, round table before it and rested its well defined chin on them in order to rest its bored head over. 

No one had said anything yet, Remi who was pretty much Yakoul's playmate when it was bored kept her slow demeanor, fixating things for apparently no reason. Yakoul fixated her in return as it purposely sat itself in a way so it could have her on its sight. Watching something barely move for more than three seconds was like death for Yakoul, especially without an order given by its master. So it had to improvise: Accumulating a large amount of currently unknown mass in its cheeks, it seemed like it was ready to vomit. It actually did, using its belly container ability to summon objects through its belly and release them orally allowed it to spew out a miniature mountain of balled up pieces of paper which were all drenched by the cat's saliva. It was totally ready to troll. Using its tail, it would flick ball after ball of wet paper toward Remi's stout figure as well as the BORING hornets that also came in as if they owned the place. It mostly aimed for the bugs' eyes just to be extra nasty toward the pranked one. 

"[b]Hey slow Remi. Sloooow-in-the-mind.[/b]" 

"[b]Reeeeemi slow girl![/b]" 

"[b]Anti-virgin of the slow weeessssst![/b]" 

"[b]Oi slow bozo bug thing, talk to me.[/b]" 

"[b]I'm booooooooooooooored Remi the bug. And Izari's compensation for a small dong made me frooooooooown![/b]" 

"[b]Hey you're not a virgin, did he have it big or small? Did it matter? Ooooohhhh you should marry that slave thing you gave me.[/b]" 

It then span around on its chair, continuously flicking paper spit balls all over the place. It wanted attention, because it was bored. And a cat can get mischievous when it would want some attention. Yakoul couldn't tease the tentacle user because he bailed like the socially acceptable being he is, so Remi was the best bet. It would really suck if the random paper flinging would end up staining the Empress' glorious clothes...