[Chuuya settles for a glass of red wine (he’s saving his gift from the Natha for later) and a croissant before having a seat right next to Atsushi at the table. He gives Atsushi a chance to speak as he sips at the wine, savoring the deep, rich flavor for a moment before finally speaking up.]

Stables, huh? Never did care for horses myself. Too big and temperamental.

[Chuuya, talking about being temperamental...oh, the irony. He nibbles at his croissant, raising an eyebrow in question when Atsushi mentions some kind of feud between the major cities. Boy is he no stranger to that....]

Yeah? How come? Just territorial wars, or religion, or what?

[He’s kinda curious about Atsushi’s previous job, but...well. The guy has been courteous enough not to bombard him with a million fucking questions, so Chuuya will return the favor. Plus, Atsushi looks pretty bummed about it already. Not that Chuuya really gives a shit whether Atsushi pouts or not. No skin off his nose.]