Higashi-machi

Mori gives Kyuzo a confused look.
"Who, in thr right mind, would have a bar in a kendo? Well, maybe you could have a special building where there's a bar on one side and a kendo gym in the other?"
He smirks slightly and shakes his head as he takes another sip of water.
"Not in a million years, you're going to have to be much more formal."

Kyuzo blinked to his confused face and he smirked. "That is rather mean way putting it? Besides, I think I can be both a waiter and a kendo bar owner." Kyuzo knew he had drinking habits as well as he loved his wooden sword habits. Kyuzo stroked his arm with his eyes downward, if he could get a job and actually make a little money he could actually take Mori on a some what perfect dinner.

Mori plays with the waterbottle by tipping it and swirling the water inside.
"Hn, you never know? Maybe a waiter at the bar? Its nice to be doing the things you love, even if the two things you love don't exactly match up."
He smiles and gazes upward with a dazed look.
"Working kendo in the mornings then drinking your fill at night..."
He twitches his ears realizing something and he looks Kyuzo up and down with a curious look. Not exactly the type or appropriate age to be out drinking...but oh well. Maybe he had a reason for it.

Kyuzo noticed Mori looking at him and he sweatdrops lightly. "Nani?" Kyuzo found it well weird to be looked at up and down, then again if Mori liked him that way it should be allowed right. His dull gray hues went wide and he let out a sigh bubble for he couldn't believe what he had just thought.

Mori shrugs and looks away, keeping his thoughts to himself.
"Hn, nothing. Don't worry about it."
He hears Kyuzo sigh and he was curious but for some reason also didn't want to ask.

Kyuzo looked to the side with a rather awkward look on his face. "Mori-san, would you believe me if I said I had two forms?" He asked this randomly of course as he looked to his semi new friend, Kyuzo hugged his knees dimly while his wooden katana was left at his side.

Mori looks to him curiously, if that were true then it would explain an awful lot.
"Yeah,...actually. I don't think minors can drink or own a bar."
He smirks lightly.

Kyuzo looked to the top of his knees and he sighed lightly before smirking. "Arigatou for believing me. Also, which would you like better? Me as a teenager or me as a adult?" Kyuzo had never asked this to anyone only cause some people didn't believe him.

Mori tilts his head in thought.
"Hm...probably as a teen. People will think you're my dad if they see hanging out together."
He grins at Kyuzo jokeingly.
"So when you're older, do you have a different personality or are you...the same?"

Kyuzo laughed a bit. "Actually, I'm totally different. I'm more mello and not to mention not as stubborn. I can tell you one thing, my adult appearance is my actual appearance but I stay as a kid cause it makes things a bit easy."

Mori nods silently.
"Interesting..."
He stretches out his arms and looks around the alley curiously.
"Oh? And would you really have eaten the cat?"

Kyuzo looked to the floor. "I'm not sure, I tend to get a bit desperate when I'm hungry then again I doubt it." Kyuzo looked to Mori with a curious expression. He actually wouldn't of eaten it he just may of eaten his arm though.

Mori lets out a breath of relief and he glances to Kyuzo before looking back into the street, letting his arms fall.
"You done eating?"
He tilted his head back to see the lunchbox and then turned back to the street thinking about where he could get some food for when he traveled for his brother's amusment. If he didn't get food, the neko is most likely going to pass out right in the middle of where ever his brother will send him. How lovely...

Kyuzo looked to Mori and he nodded. "Hai, I'm done. I'll probably got hunt for something like left over food from somewhere tonight. Either that or I just may eat my arm." Kyuzo laughed while rubbing the back of his head.

Mori sweatdrops and takes the lunchbox and closes it before placing it inside his messenger bag.
"If you eat your arm then you won't be able to hold a sword or hold a tray to serve your customers."
He smiles and brings out his black book, needing to look something up.

Kyuzo looked to Mori and he smirked a bit evilly. While Mori was looking for something, Kyuzo changed his appearance to being his adult self his voice was low and it sounded like a adult not to mention his height of 6'0 and he smirked to Mori. "If I couldn't serve, would you help?"

Mori jumped a bit hearing a different voice and he looked to Kyuzo with a strange look before perking his ears curiously.
"I would if I could?"

Kyuzo closed his eyes as he bowed his head, the ribbon seemed of disappeared and now his hair was loose and in his face. "Arigatou, Mori-san."

Mori shrugged, still having a curious look to him.
"Sure, no problem."
He holds a hand to his mouth, noticing how much more mature Kyuzo was acting than before.

Kyuzo picked up the wooden katana and he looked to Mori his expression sort of mello. "Arigatou also for sharing your food with me, when I get the chance I would like to make it up to you, Mori-san." Kyuzo looked down to the katana as if he was sort of depressed but that was how he was in his adult appearance.

Mori stands up and shakes his head.
"Really. There's no need."
He frowns slightly at Kyuzo's emotions and pokes him.
"Hey, you okay?"

Kyuzo looked to Mori for he was poked and he shook his head slowly before smirking to him. The older Kyuzo's face held a lot of gentleness as he looked to Mori. "I'm alright, Mori-san." Kyuzo looked to the sky and then he looked to his friend. "Would you like me to walk you home?" Kyuzo was just being nice and it didn't hide much of his lonely aura though.

Mori looked to him, slightly concerned and nodded.
"Yeah sure, if you want."
He picks up his bag and begins to walk off then looks back to see if Kyuzo was following.
"Better hurry or I'll leave you behind."
The neko smirks playfully and waves his tail.

Kyuzo nodded as he followed after Mori as he walks his bangs move and he had his wooden katana which was under his left arm.

Mori walked ahead, holding his bag close to him and opening his black book to peer down at the blank pages.

On the outside of a small cafe where small tables with unbrellas in the middle shading anyone who sat under was Mori who was comfortably typing away on his labtop under the shade in the horrible heat that seemed to keep the street somewhat more isolated than when it usually was. Yet, stubborn (red faced) people walked up and down the street without a care. Mori had his reading glasses in his mouth, chewing absently at the end of the rubber piece as he looked at the photo on his phone one more timebefore typing some more into his labtop.