Konnichiwa, Finn-san

[Muramasa]

"If only you were able to spell my name correctly, mister McCool, perhaps this conversation would become fruitful."

He let a chuckle out after. Alright, this guy knows humor.

"Perhaps we should order some food? Suit yourself, the robotender will be here in a bit."

You could reach to hear him ordering some "crabcake" as the droid stood by their table. This guy is the most anti-Kusari thing you would have ever witnessed. Still good, no Kusari customs to deal with.

"Now, now. I'm not here to simply sit idle and share a meal with you, mister McCool. My Company has devoted huge efforts and funding into research. And the scope of the R&D deparment focuses on the mysteries and wonders of the Omicrons, if you catch my drift..."

Couldn't this conversation happen later in the day or something? Your head still hurts! Fortunately, a bottle of water was placed on the table together with a glass. Maybe you should drink several of them and see if you feel better.

"...But of course, I'm talking to you based on the rumours I have heard about you and your career, mister McCool. Oh please, I've become too excited about this. If you hydrate yourself, you might be able to pay some attention."

Iwakura interlaced his fingers, looking at your painful facial expression as if he was pitying you. But if you chose to drink, you had the feeling it would really make you feel better.

"As I was saying... I would be interested in knowing a bit more than the vague background I've gathered about you."