I can't say I've ever met someone quite like this before. Some sort of mixture of aloof behavior, pure lacking interest in anything not related to him and psychosis. There were times I would wonder why I bother with the under dealings of this city; only for those reasons to be thrust back into my face time and time again by people like him. I have no choice in the matter, if I don't cover that territory then people like him will.

This little greeting was during one of my many gatherings, not as though he cared. He walked in with no regard to attire or etiquette and panned the room as though he was lost. The butler that went and asked for his invitation was met with a slash deep into his shoulder; I still have to visit him in the hospital. The sight of blood coupled with the pained scream sent the room into a panic, I was grateful I didn't have too much of my staff here as it was supposed to me a minor soiree.

Once his little display split up the party he strolled around, balancing his blade in the palm of his hand. His eyes scanned over me multiple times. I'd never expected anyone with mafia ties to be this...bold. I suppose he was new to this city.

"Any of you guys happen to know the owner o' this big ass house? Tall, real rough skin, snappy dresser?" He worked his way over to where I was standing, by this point I was confused more than anything. From what he was wearing he couldn't have had anything more on him than that blade. Yet, he didn't have any qualms with a full front attack.

"Yes?" I responded lightly, no use agitating him. He seemed twitchy among other things.

He didn't appear to be sizing me up, if anything he seemed more interested in the fact there was a dragon in this city (not uncommon mind you). His gaze finally stopped at my hat and he put on a grin wider than I thought possible.

"I like your hat." Then he lunged for me.

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Mr. Dragon belongs to me

Kaz belongs to  lucide

Art done by  Rikitoka