indensity | all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts

[It's been a few weeks of working pretty much non-stop. A new gang had been building strength, moving in from Tokyo, and while they could have just crushed it, the plan had been to grab their resources in the process. In the end they had a few new recruits, more money, and some well deserved time off. Among other things.

Chuuya was torn between going out by hiself (maybe get laid), or taking his subordinates out to spoil them a little. They deserved it.

He's in the middle of getting ready for either - using makeup to cover the dark circles from his lack of sleep, changing into some casual clothes with less blood on them - when he gets a message to come to the boss' office. And he's straight back in work mode, no delay or hesitation. He calls Hirotsu as he walks to the elevator, telling him that drinks that night are on Chuuya whether or not he can join them, and then he heads up.]

You needed to see me, boss?

[He bows as he walks in. If there's another mission, he's ready to go. Actually he could use a more straightforward job, to get the blood pumping.]

Threaded | Flat

[As usual Mori looks like he was posed and waiting especially for Chuuya to arrive, seated at his desk with his fingers primly interlaced atop it. When the executive enters he smiles, watching him move with that familiar look of careful calculation. But it's mixed with something different this time, although it's perhaps difficult to put an exact name to the glint in his violet eyes.]

Yes. Thank you for coming so quickly, Chuuya-kun.

[When Chuuya draws closer Mori gets to his feet and steps around his desk, gloved fingers brushing across several papers that are spread across it. If the other man cares to glance he'll see that they seem to be numbers and information, all data pertaining to the recent acquisitions and outcomes of the Port Mafia's run-ins with the new gang.]

You've been quite busy recently. [The comment is casual, an observation.]

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