Chijin rushed into the Blossom, rather sweaty and disheveled from the day's events. One could go weeks in Kusari fighting boredom, and then one day made up for it all. And it had to happen on this day, of all days.
He approached the Blossom's hostess, bowed slightly, and spoke in a low voice. As he concluded, he thumbed her datapad with an amount large enough to choke a Kyushu mud weasel, and turned towards the door again.
Table reserved for his dinner engagement, he headed back to his gunship to freshen up.. less than an hour.
"There's no Fool like an old Fool.." he mused to himself as he reflected on a pair of lovely deep brown eyes..