[center][color=fb9096][h2]Naruse Sora[/h2][/color]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/1TZMott.png[/img]
[hr][color=fb9096]”Oh boy. They took out the knives.”[/color][hr][/center]
Sora was content to a dangerous extent. Such a casual gathering was something he'd never experienced prior; however, he couldn't be more comfortable in the current atmosphere. That was, until a cutesy little group of thugs walked in to the pizza parlor. Sora's eyes narrowed, dilating to a tight ring of light red around is shrunken pupils, but it was only for half a moment. His features never changed from his absent minded countenance and he continued to smile, talking with Retsu and Yoshino idly, as if he was oblivious to the quickly changing atmosphere.
[color=fb9096]"I wonder, Retsu-san, why tiger bones? Isn't that a medication for joint pain? I can give you a massage if you like!"[/color] Shamelessly, Sora reached over and grabbed a slice of Yoshino's pepperoni pizza, his complexion returning to its initial color. As he took his first bite, the sound of a platter hitting a wall then the floor as well as the shattering of a glass cup rang out behind Sora. He leaned back in his chair leisurely, tilting his head to observe the confrontation rotated at a 225 degree angle.

Helplessly, Sora furrowed his brows as he saw the knives being drawn and the destroyed cup in Asahi's hand, with a sigh, he slowly leaned his chair back onto all four legs with a sigh, [color=fb9096]"Why couldn't this just be settled with fists or something?"[/color] With a deft swipe of his hand, he drew his phone from his pocket, being surprisingly expensive for Sora's current financial situation, it seemed as if he had the police on speed dial.
[color=fb9096]"Hello? Yes, I'd like to report a knife fight in Pizza Shack."[/color]
There's a long pause as the action takes over the parlor.
[color=fb9096]"Yes. No, subduing this sort of thing isn't my job anymore, remember?"[/color] He asks frivolously, [color=fb9096]"It's yours now, right?"[/color]
An audible sigh can be heard through the phone from the handler by Yoshino and Retsu, although what the handler is saying is impossible to decipher from such a distance.
[color=fb9096]"Because I don't wanna. Thanks!"[/color] Sora answers another pause in rapid fire, it's almost as if he was setting the pace of the emergency call and dragging the handler along. He hung up carelessly and pocketed his phone, looking towards the other two with his bright features.
[color=fb9096]"It's probably safest if both of you stay here, but I'm sure both Retsu-san and Yoshino-sama could proficiently beat them up with how talented the two of you are."[/color] Frivolous. Beyond frivolous.