Coffee for Counter-Ghouls [Social w/ Shioon]

It only took a few more moments after Shioon had unbuttoned her coat for the miss Fujikawa to make herself known, slightly taller, but definitely had a blind eye turned on her by God. Shioon, standing from the chair that she had sat down in, decided to play nice like she had been instructed by the senior investigator and extended her hand out to shake with the fragile looking woman. Although she had been already able to see it plainly on Fujikawa’s face, actually feeling it throughout her hand just confirmed it more, this girl was incredibly nervous. “Another that can’t stand my coat open?” Shioon ponders to herself not sure whether this was another woman who was jealous or attracted like most men, either way it didn’t matter.

Dressed in the usual attire of a cubicle worker Shioon wasn’t really sure if Fujikawa was really an investigator, the way she dressed wasn’t striking enough and fighting in that sort of clothing would be so unbearable. Shioon sat back down in her seat after shaking hands with her and then listened to everything that Fujikawa spit like word vomit. “You seem to be fine with words considering how many you just unleashed. Is the language new to you?” Shioon raises her left hand to the barista signaling as she indicates with two fingers and a slight turn of her wrist the coffee she would like to be delivered to her table. One issue though Shioon wasn’t sure if the barista delivered and just assumed.

Shioon sighs at the question that was asked of her. “Going right for the incredibly important and thought provoking things huh? Not where I grew up or my favorite color? Fine, I’m here because I need to be. It’s as simple as that, if I’m not here then I’m a part of the problem. Now it's my turn.” Shioon for a moment pauses with a devilish curve at the edge of her lips. “Are you still in training? I’m not sure they make anything else for someone of your size. You should get some coffee, it might help you with your nerves otherwise you're likely to start fidgeting.”

“You’re not bad, just not something I’d say someone who claims to be bad with words can do.”

Shioon being more than a little critical at the moment was very obvious. An abrasive young woman that didn’t get along with anyone else, that pretty much fit the description of Shioon to anyone that went physically attracted to her. Never one to mince words or be nice just for the sake of it, Shioon was already starting to showcase that she wasn’t the sort that liked false words and claiming to be something your not didn’t sit well with her.

Her question though like the thorns on the shaft of a rose didn’t sting Fujikawa though. She’d shot a loaded question at the girl and yet it seemed this one bent over and dodged the bullet by allowing it to go right over her head. Fujikawa said she asked questions in order to learn more about others, well Shioon at this point knew one thing for certain about her lunch partner. Fujikawa was the biggest airhead she’s met since moving to Japan!

Over the next couple of minutes Fujikawa had gone to the counter and gotten her drink while Shioon’s had been delivered to the table. A paper cup that only held maybe twenty ounces of fluid with a guard around it to prevent the heat from affecting her temperature. She’d only take a sip or two by the time Fujikawa sat back down at the table. One more suited to using a gun when in combat told Shioon that this girl definitely wasn’t the confident sort when she filed in all the other info learned so far.

“I’ve finished my official training here, but one never stops getting better. If we allow ourselves to stay content than we lose, one must always strive for improvement. Also I wasn’t asking about combat training. I wasn’t looking to ask something so official from the start, remember?” Shioon said in a more joking way as she lifted up her right hand and pointed at Fujikawa’s chest. Making it very clear what her question had been about.

“It’s more that I don’t believe you’re bad with words. You’re not stumbling along or taking long pauses.”

Well this hadn’t been nearly as much fun as Shioon had been hoping, the little bit of a blush that reddened Fujikawa’s face wasn’t as big a reaction as Shioon had been expecting. She knew from the little bit they had spoken that she wasn’t likely the type that would get offended and start yelling. Still she’d thought perhaps that she’d try to cover herself or make some comment about how she could still be growing. In the end though it seems despite being embarrassed and self conscious about the topic she wasn’t the sort to be jealous.

“If someone like these could cause back problems then I wouldn’t be able to handle facing a Ghoul. It’s all about the muscles in your back. If they’re strong enough then they feel no different than yours although staying under the radar isn’t something I’m able to do normally.” Through her little speech Shioon looked down at her chest the massive orbs of flesh gracing the cafe. The fact she was in her leather bra definitely had attracted the eyes of several men, both sitting in the cage and walking throughout the floor. Shioon had already seen one man walk by the same way twice just trying to catch some side view.

“My family is from Seoul, South Korea. I grew up after they’d moved though in America. As for my accent, that's just from constant travel growing up. More a mixture of places I’ve been than any specific place.” The conversation was starting to go quite well and Shioon honestly was getting along better than she would have thought with only one thing irritating her about Fujikawa. That is until the meek girl mentioned something that caused a twitch under Shioon’s left eye and the grip on her cup to tighten.

Suddenly the entire aura around Shioon would change, shifting from a carefree attitude mixed in with that very same attitude of a model to a dark threatening output. Her head angled down slightly, her eyes would be hidden for a moment only for her to lift a bit and show her intense staring at Fujikawa. She wasn’t looking at her like a person now, but something like an abomination. “What’d you just say? Fully like them?”

One thing was for certain it was a good thing for Fujikawa that Shioon’s large rectangular briefcase was at the bottom of her chair on the right side. If it had been on her back or in her lap then actually getting a chance to answer with her own words would have been highly unlikely. Even right now Shioon fought the urge of every cell in her body to unleash the long sword of silver against the filth sitting across from her. At this range she could easily slice through her neck and end the vermin right here!

Shioon couldn’t even be brought to have a moment of confusion or surprise with how nonchalantly Fujikawa spoke about her own existence. All she could see in front of her was one of the things she existed to hunt. That didn’t keep Shioon from hearing what Fujikawa was saying though and as she finished giving the reason for her being an existence of corrupted filth, the busty beauty leaned back in her chair with a sigh. Everyone in the cafe stressed now unsure what to do with the women that were definitely making a scene.

“Never met a half breed that hates just one side before. Usually your kind either accepts both or hates both.” Shioon leaning forward comes to a conclusion and extends out with her left hand. It would be obvious that she was intending to shake Fujikawa’s hand. Although Shioon in the state of mind she was in now didn’t realize her chest was pressed against the table and that happened to just shift the aura of the cafe a bit in a direction much less serious.

“If you mean what you say then I’ll give you the chance to prove it. We’re going hunting.”

Shioon would pull Fujikawa in hard against the table though making sure Fujikawa got that this was a threat. “If you give me even a fragment of a reason to believe you’re not how you claim then I’ll end you like any other.”