Harajuku District

Cynthia walks into the room, her eyes covered by a pair of dark glasses. She smiles and seems to look around. Without a word she takes a seat at an empty couch, listening to the beat of the music. She taps her leg in the beat, wondering what the party was all about.

Mori walks along the crowded street, getting pushed and pulled along with the big crowd. Apparently there was some sortof sale today and everybody was there, trying to get some of their favorite things. The neko looked around as he looked for some trinket his brother sent him here to fetch and almost got pushed over by some guy in a weird costume.
"Baka..."
He mutters as he takes refuge by an empty booth and looks for his brother's item.

Cynthia's ears perk. "Well, well, well. If it isnt Mori" She smiles, her sunglasses over her red eyes. Her head turns to the direction she had heard the familiar voice.

With her hands clasped tightly in her lap, she makes no effort to move or wave at him,

Mori hears his name and he looks around with a slight frown, trying to find out where the voice was coming from in this confunded street when he noticed Cynthia and he mulled over wether he hould go over or not. A man yelled out a price for some random trinket and Mori got distracted, wondering if it was his brother's stupid toy he wanted.

Cynthia let out a small laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. She then shifts in her seat, listening to the music that was coming from nearby. She tilted her head back, seeming to look upward but honestly? she only saw the light, no certain classification of any object or thing. Her head returned down as she tapped out the rythems.

Mori felt his ears lower in disappointment when the trinket turned out to be some kinda of food stand so he decided to walk over to Cynthia and wait a bit longer to look for the toy.
"Hey, its been a while."

"It has been" Cynthia smiles in his direction, shifting over so that he may have the seat beside her on the couch -if he so desired.

"What brings you to this district?" She asks, being friendly.

Mori sits down beside her, thankfully after walking, running, and surviving the crowd of cosplaying people.
"Brother's orders."

"Oh? Did he tell you to get something for him here?" She sensed his discomfort, her lips tugging into a small frown.

With a small movement she reaches up to pet one of his ears, in an honest attempt to help ease his tense-vibe.

Mori's ears twitch under her touch but his cat self didn't pull away.
"Just some toy he ordered. I'm some kind of errand boy for him."

"Is this your little brother that you're running errands for?" She smiles, her hand on his ear - gently scratching it the way she had done when she had a pet kitten.

She seems to be looking at him, her red eyes dimmed from behind the sunglasses. This was a change from the first time they had met, perhaps he no longer dislike the demon part about her.

Mori shakes his head a small bit as to not disturb her petting.
"Nah, he's older. I have nothing else to do so I go out."

"And your older brother wished for you to come here? Does he have some sort of fetish?" She gestures with her free hand to the people around, a small smirk on her lips. She was only teasing, not being mean.

Her fingers continue to move against his ear, the feeling was soft against her fingers. "So odd for such a tough kitten. " She mumbles under her breath

Mori shrugs.
"He's actually kind of oblivious to what I go through during these little escapades."
He raises an eyebrow at her comment.

"You never tell him?" She seems shocked at this but then leans close covering her mouth to whisper "I've heard the things people are saying around here.. it does not seem like a fun place to just come 'wandering' about.."

Without a word she shifts back into a proper sitting position, her hand still on his ear. "You put on such a touch facade yet, your ears are very soft. It's odd, but only a little." She explains, sensing a change in his breathing = which would conclude to him being curious.

Mori flinches as she leans near him and he scoffs silently. I've known that for as long as I've been alive. He scratches his cheek where a bandage lay across an cut that looked to be recent.
"Just because I have a good facade dosen't mean I don't bath."

"Bathing or not, kittens who are tough generally have rough ears. at least, the ones I've met." She smiles, then lifts her hand off his ear to touch his cheek. Her thumb rubs the bandage for a few seconds. "recent blood has been split.. how did it happen, kitten?" She removes her sunglasses with her free hand, seeming to look into his eyes.

Mori shrugs, not getting the understanding of that since he had no idea about ears just that he had them.
"You said it yourself. Its not always a fun place around here..."

With her free hand she gently grabs his chin. "How Did it happen." She questions him with a serious expression. Her head tilts a bit,

Mori flinches again at her touch but refrains from slapping away her hand.
"Gangs."

"Why would they do such a thing?" She slides her hand off of his chin, but the one over the bandage remains, sensing his discomfort. She shifts a bit farther from him, not wanting to overstep his boundries.

Mori sweatdrops. He had actually started it this time but he kept to his silence hoping she wouldn't continue the issue but start a different topic.

Cynthia sighs, senseing that he no longer wanted to continue on the subject.

"How have you been since our last encounter, Mori~?" She drops her hand into her lap, tilting her in an interested gesture.

Mori chuckles slightly.
"Less traumatized by blood thank you. And how about you?"