What a spectacle this was as now the sounds of their voices was starting to drown out the sounds of the meandering souls through the area. Many folks simply have stopped talking loudly to themselves and one another. They spoke only in casual whispers as they gazed from a far and observed the situation. If anything this caused a little bit of distress to Bruinetto. It took him out of his comfort zone to be the observed instead of the observer. While his sister seemed to branch out about embarrassment and how his actions reflected on Midori, she in turn was doing the same thing to him. The two of them were playing a similar role except for the fact that the stereotype was on the other foot at this point. Having the protective younger sibling sticking up for her older brother. Although calling her younger was only relative considering how they were virtually born around the same time. Between the rantings of his sister and the brother of Midori he couldn't help but roll his eyes and bring up the palm of his hand to his forehead. Shaking his head at the nonsense that was unraveling before him. The very nature of conversation was enough to unravel time and space in his mind as their monologues trailed on for what seemed like eons. One thing though for certain was some mentions of how Midori could "have" him made him a little hot under the collar. "Why is it that pretty girls think they can have me so easily? The curse of being an intelligent young man with a pretty face. There are worse things I could be cursed with, like being a religious fanatic." He would snicker at his own thoughts as he stood there idly for but a moment.
"Oh your claims continue to become even more removed from reality. Seems to me like somebody is transplanting their subconscious desire and pinning them to others. Otherwise why else would you be so quick to put a label like that onto those you do not even know." The minds of the pure should in theory veer away from those depraved and illicit thoughts. In this case though it seems this fellow is more than familiar with them. "To call us animals however is pretty humorous. Because all I see is a small creature yelping loudly to drive away a supposed predator. Why not go back to following the herd. Afterall, I think I hear your Shepard, Kojin is calling you. Or is your faith so miniscule that you cannot truly hear the word?" Bruinetto was never going to be the one to outright start a fight. The moment he feels that he lifts a finger and physically confronts the attacker that is when he lost the argument. Although this man had already lost from the start if that was the case. Regardless of how strong this man felt about his religious ideals to where he felt he was a prosecutor there was no backing down to such foolhardiness.
Reaching into his pocket he would pull out his pocket watch which on the back of it bore the insignia of the Jenosaido. The symbol of the two interlaced clans that came together long ago in Sunagakures history: The Seishou and the Fujikaru. Flicking it open he took a gander down at the time and let off a sigh. "Seems like the show has already started. I rather dislike coming in during the middle of the set." Placing the watch back into his pocket he turned his head over towards Midori. "Seems like I am gonna have to take a rain check on taking you up on that offer for a drink. I've lost my mood, so the music will be lost upon me." Internally he was not only frustrated but there was an underlying tone of anger. It was then he looked over towards Kumiko. "You sure do like to take the front lines of a battle, especially mine."
"Oh your claims continue to become even more removed from reality. Seems to me like somebody is transplanting their subconscious desire and pinning them to others. Otherwise why else would you be so quick to put a label like that onto those you do not even know." The minds of the pure should in theory veer away from those depraved and illicit thoughts. In this case though it seems this fellow is more than familiar with them. "To call us animals however is pretty humorous. Because all I see is a small creature yelping loudly to drive away a supposed predator. Why not go back to following the herd. Afterall, I think I hear your Shepard, Kojin is calling you. Or is your faith so miniscule that you cannot truly hear the word?" Bruinetto was never going to be the one to outright start a fight. The moment he feels that he lifts a finger and physically confronts the attacker that is when he lost the argument. Although this man had already lost from the start if that was the case. Regardless of how strong this man felt about his religious ideals to where he felt he was a prosecutor there was no backing down to such foolhardiness.
Reaching into his pocket he would pull out his pocket watch which on the back of it bore the insignia of the Jenosaido. The symbol of the two interlaced clans that came together long ago in Sunagakures history: The Seishou and the Fujikaru. Flicking it open he took a gander down at the time and let off a sigh. "Seems like the show has already started. I rather dislike coming in during the middle of the set." Placing the watch back into his pocket he turned his head over towards Midori. "Seems like I am gonna have to take a rain check on taking you up on that offer for a drink. I've lost my mood, so the music will be lost upon me." Internally he was not only frustrated but there was an underlying tone of anger. It was then he looked over towards Kumiko. "You sure do like to take the front lines of a battle, especially mine."