[center][h1][color=#CAA646]ZEKE[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=#CAA646]“Oh, so you did notice.”[/color] Deke smirked back at Dunkas. The straight-laced guys were always the most fun. Alas, as Whina began, Zeke knew better than to further engage the Rikimaru bodyguard. He shrugged and turned his attention to Whina, mimicking her sheepish smile as she went on about the blouse, before listening to her rather… brief briefing..

[color=#CAA646]“That’s all, then?”[/color] Zeke sighed, dropping his shoulders as Whina forced her laughter. Some days it seemed there was just no helping that girl. At this point, he thought he might as well play along. And so Zeke stood up and clapped his hands together. [color=#CAA646]“Boss certainly has faith in our abilities, if that’s all the intel we get. Very well.”[/color] 

First, Zeke popped the button on his bag. Under the lid was a small collection of combat knives, sheathed in brightly decorated cases. [color=#CAA646]“Art, would you be a sweetheart?”[/color] Zeke took out one of the knives and presented the handle to the young man on the beanbag beside him. [color=#CAA646]“Just the one copy, if you please. In exchange, I’ll prepare some, how do you say… Sauerkraut, when we get back, yes?”[/color]

[color=#CAA646]“Of course, if anybody else needs a little bit of my magic touch,”[/color] Zeke turned to the rest of the group, as he rubbed some ethereal grains between his thumb and index finger. [color=#CAA646]“- I’m at your service. However...”[/color] Zeke’s playful demeanour suddenly shifted, the shade of his cap darkening his visage as he leaned forward and sought eye contact with the blood clad lady from downstairs, Saori. [color=#CAA646]“I have some interests in these monsters of my own, as you’re well aware. I would… Prefer, if we could come to an agreement as to how to distribute the spoils before we go in.”[/color]