The Yakuza were opening clubs in Moscow. Kiyohito imagined he knew exactly what that meant. It wasn’t his place to judge the ventures of the Edenokoji running their business, but it sounded like a bad idea to run something that big under the noses of the Russians. Haruto was certainly out of his league.
“Thank you,” he bowed to Kota once more. “I am in your debts,” he added, hoping that he would be more sensible about the honorable exchange of services than his sister.
Her question tugged his attention once more her way. Haruto was always resisting. He was practically a master at worming his way out of responsibility.
“Like I always do, I suppose,” he replied. There was a measure of comfort imparted in the answer.
He had a direction now, and an idea about how to find Haruto. If there were clubs to be opened, the Edenokoji-gumi would be exploring inventory, hosts, sites. Plenty of opportunities for Haruto to stick his experience into the mix.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather walk out the front door than climb the dumpster again,” he asked, not expecting an escort, but it was the honorable thing to offer his hosts the chance to see him fully away. It would be an offense otherwise. Kota hadn't been there at the time. The comment might take him by surprise, but he would allow his sister to explain if one was desired.
He wasn’t sure which of them would be his guide down and back through the kitchen.
“Thank you,” he bowed to Kota once more. “I am in your debts,” he added, hoping that he would be more sensible about the honorable exchange of services than his sister.
Her question tugged his attention once more her way. Haruto was always resisting. He was practically a master at worming his way out of responsibility.
“Like I always do, I suppose,” he replied. There was a measure of comfort imparted in the answer.
He had a direction now, and an idea about how to find Haruto. If there were clubs to be opened, the Edenokoji-gumi would be exploring inventory, hosts, sites. Plenty of opportunities for Haruto to stick his experience into the mix.
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather walk out the front door than climb the dumpster again,” he asked, not expecting an escort, but it was the honorable thing to offer his hosts the chance to see him fully away. It would be an offense otherwise. Kota hadn't been there at the time. The comment might take him by surprise, but he would allow his sister to explain if one was desired.
He wasn’t sure which of them would be his guide down and back through the kitchen.