Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-34754862-20170813025449/@comment-25687356-20170813072429

Listen & Read

Tiatsu was keeping to himself and he was thoroughly enjoying his time with his Anbu comrades. They had a few more drinks together and after doing so they all do a roulette game with their glasses to see who would end up paying for the bill. Long story short, elephant mask had to pay. His two mates shook hands and they left out of the bar. Walking past the drama that was visible from inside the bar. Tiatsu stayed seated alone at the table and he took a few more shots. To think that he once hated this stuff and now he could drink it almost as fluently as water. Time and experience really changes a person. Maybe he was wrong to judge what Hayato seemed like so harshly. None of it matters anyways. Tiatsu was dressed in his long coat attire. He looked fairly comfortable, especially for someone at some sort of dingy bar, though as he stood from this table and looked outside he noticed the large group of people. People he happened to know, all of them in fact. So, Tiatsu would exit. Making sure to make himself invisible as he did so.

Once he exited the bar silently due to his Anbu training he stood against the building. He noticed the small exchange between Kideme and Yahiko, Deucalion seemed to be caught in the middle but Kideme was really on Hayato’s case and then Hayato. Hayato went on his entire spiel. Hearing that people assumed he was crazy because he had murdered, killed people. It was an all too familiar truth that Tiatsu still deals with, if you aren’t fully cold. Being in the middle of morality is the hardest road to travel. He wasn’t expecting the mentioning of Ayame either but sometimes you just had to make a difference. Tiatsu made one and he began to notice that his internal feelings were correct. He wasn’t completely gone yet but, the darkness was coveting the easily accessed heart.

Tiatsu slowly approached behind Hayato until he uncloaked himself and placed a vice grip on both of his shoulders with his free hands.

“They don’t understand how you feel. But I do. Considering I made you.” Tiatsu had grown considerably taller over the year, not capping at 6’2. As if he wasn’t intimidating enough and he appeared from the shadows.

His sharingan swirled, revealing the fabled Mangekyo. He looked at everyone in the scene from behind his position on Hayato. “Ladies, Deucalion.”