Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170531000627/@comment-28929139-20170601043512

How many times had Kideme seen women like the smoking blonde bombshell and men like the man in the chair? She knew their archetypes like the back of her hand and saw them come through the teahouse plenty of times. They didn't always end up in this room but it was a part of the darker aspect in this business. With that in mind, Kideme wasn't paying much attention to the scene that unfolded before them. She was more interested in Zaiko's reaction. He was young, a little rowdy and a bit out there sometimes, but he was a good kid with a soft heart. Kideme knew that if he was going to continue his venture into the ninjaic arts or even the less hand on route here, that he would have to grow up fast and cast an iron shield over his heart, lest it be taken from him the hard way.

"Take care." Kideme smiled to him plainly, knowing that he was feeling the same way she did when she saw her first interrogation. What she saw hurt her, terrified her, gave her nightmares even, but it was a cold, hard, slap to the face that she needed to see when she decided to go another route. So Kideme did not follow Zaiko when he left. She exited the room shortly after to clean up in the VIP suite. She did wonder though.....would that be the last time he came here?

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