Pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. He really shouldn't care. . But he does. " And /why/ would you do that ? "

" For someone so smart, you're awfully dumb. He shakes his head. " Or. . You wanted to be handcuffed. "

" Happy birthday, Tachihara. " He got him a watch.

( Walks in. Sees Gin and Tachihara. Sighs. . . )

Gin had a moment. Apologies.

( Staring at her. He can tell they're tipsy. ) What happened ?

. . . I can tell. ( He muses, shaking his head. ) You may go rest if you need, we've got a quiet week of work.

( A deep sigh, shaking his head. He hoped Gin didn't get a hangover. ) Do you need help ?

" What did you do ? "

" I wouldn't say funny. It's more like deeply annoying. "

His eyes narrow. " Why would you be in trouble then if you did nothing ? "

He was, admittedly, expecting something much worse, God knows what Gin got up to in their free time. Hirotsu sighs. " Is that it ? You're a grown adult, Gin, you can curse. "

" . . . " Eyebrow twitch. " Like I said, annoying. "

" I'm sure he's not angry with you, nor are you in trouble. " He tries to reassure them, an amused sound leaving him as Gins tone raises in her agreement to his words.

Lighting up a cigarette.

Mori goes shopping with subordinates: Hirotsu today #bsd

Clicking his lighter. . Hm, empty. . A heavy sigh falls from lips, he supposes he will have to go without his smoke. . Pocketing the lighter and taking the cigarette out from between lips.

There's blood on his gloves, several bodies lay mangled at his feet, broken beyond repair. Another group who thought it was wise to try intrude on port mafia buisness. . . Truly foolish, the lot of them.

Hirotsu gazed down quietly, a small huff of air leaving his lungs. " I told you not to look, little one. "

" It's fine, no need for apologise. " Hirotsu dismisses. " Come, we may leave now, lets leave the bodies here to act as a warning. "