Thanks, that sounds alright. [ Nodding, he watches Hong Kong leave the room and plucks his own tea from the side table. The sugary sludge is downed and he breathes an idle sigh before staring at the goopy granules collecting at the bottom of the cup. He doesn't mind the stares aimed at him. He's used to it.

Mildly surprised Sasuke is talking to him, Shizuo looks up with a flat look and leans back into the couch cushions. ] Yeah, but I've never heard of their gang before. I live in Japan. [ A pause, as though contemplating something, before he motions to the other. ] What about you? [ Civil enough! ]