Shokomaru looked up from his meal to see the little...thing...that was recorded and being presented. A smirk as he continued eating. Maybe he'd have to go out sometime after all.
Then he downed most of his drink, just as he saw a servant passing near so they'd fill it up again.
Still, sitting there on his own wasn't going to do him any favors. He looked around the tent for a suitable conversation partner.
Hida Akemi wrote:
"Think grandpa had planned to send me to a miai since before I was six. Well, he had planned for big bro and big sis weddings since before they were even born, so that's quite late for him. To quote him, my role is to
expand the family beyond his usual circles. I think he means people he is not in business with by that."
Moto Ganbold wrote:
"But the Governor flew with us in a special squadron some years back, so I think he's got things pretty near figured out, as far as priorities go."
"Oh? There's a nice story in the making there. Please tell, please tell, I love stories! Does it have many explosions?"
Looks dangerous and ill-advised. Let's go.He stood up and walked over to the soldiers talking in a group. He wasn't in uniform then, looking more casual. He has his drink but his skewers were long since devoured.
"I'll take a story too, Moto-san, but I get to go next." he held his cup out in salute to the others. "Daigotsu Shokomaru, chuui of the 5th company, 9th Obsidian legion. It's a pleasure."