Post by Koshou on Nov 6, 2022 16:52:26 GMT -5
Picking up his glass, the Soul Reaper gives it one last look before taking the potent cocktail and draining what remains of it slowly, the color trickling past the ice and slowly dissolving into the blended drink that he throws down his gullet. Then he's turning to glance at the wrist of one arm, though it's not bearing any watch or timepiece the motion seems to be more a motion of habit rather than anything else which speaks a little oddly about his time living and dead both, but to him it doesn't seem to be out of place. Then he's grunting with a faint pause before he uses a more careful and calculated motion to stand himself up from the barstool he's been sitting on. He does carry now the kind of caution to his physical motions that suggests an extra care taken to ensure he doesn't slip!
"Endangering living souls without an emergency need or orders is askin' for large trouble" Koshou mutters a little bit, and then he's taking another pause as his irises take a small side-long look toward those faint railroad spike like nails that certainly mark this bartender as more than your average soul. "But you ain't exactly the standard issue for that kind of thing. I'll think about it." Reaching into the back of his 'normal' clothing he manages a billfold, which he removes a card from and places on the countertop. The card itself it blank, but physically there for all to see all in all. Closer inspection by the bartender will show Itsuki a frequency listing, less a phone number, but something at any rate. There's a slow nod from the Shinigami and a more loose wink, and then he's heading out the door. A moment later, and the barkeep will note another bundle of notes left behind to compensate for the last drinks, and among them another of the spirit coins that had caught his attention in the first place.
"Endangering living souls without an emergency need or orders is askin' for large trouble" Koshou mutters a little bit, and then he's taking another pause as his irises take a small side-long look toward those faint railroad spike like nails that certainly mark this bartender as more than your average soul. "But you ain't exactly the standard issue for that kind of thing. I'll think about it." Reaching into the back of his 'normal' clothing he manages a billfold, which he removes a card from and places on the countertop. The card itself it blank, but physically there for all to see all in all. Closer inspection by the bartender will show Itsuki a frequency listing, less a phone number, but something at any rate. There's a slow nod from the Shinigami and a more loose wink, and then he's heading out the door. A moment later, and the barkeep will note another bundle of notes left behind to compensate for the last drinks, and among them another of the spirit coins that had caught his attention in the first place.
