The door gave way as it was unlocked and she was met with, not a dark room, but a well lit one. Therefore what she saw before her was hardly hidden behind a veil of night, rather, laid out plainly. Her brother was dressed in his kimono. Well sort of dressed. His kimono had been shoved down around his waist, leaving his upper body bare. He was laid back on his western style bed so that his head was lulled back over the edge of the mattress and facing the doorway, upsidedown. There was another man there with him, also in about the same sort of dress.. in fact he was in the same form of outfit because they seemed to be sharing the kimono at the hips. Whatever was being done under those clothes was well hidden, so it was anyone's guess?
The man was obviously tipsy. He wore a lopsided shameless grin that surprisingly didn't make him look like a lush but instead made him look rather... devil-may-care. His black hair was streaked with silver (a fashion statement rather than a sign of age. He was probably 25) and his face was clean shaven. Speaking of his face, the only way to describe him was chiseled handsome. It was the sort of face you thought of when reading a dirty romance novel. Dishvealed hair, high cheekbones, a very symmetrical face and topped off with mysterious eyes. Those kind you have to stare into a while to see if they were green or blue or even gray? But his body, while nice, wasn't up to the level of those you saw on the Jounin walking around. All in all, it was easy to see; he was a playboy who got what he wanted and probably often. He was probably rich due to the very nice face and (if one noticed) the discarded clothing on the floor and he wasn't a shinobi. He was well built, but not forged by hard work and steel. It was a superficial look.
The man laughed as Aika opened the door. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment in his voice, just a delight and drunkeness. Eiji too didn't shy away, but he didn't look drunk. There was a flushness about his cheeks, but it was to be expected. "Aika.. You're home. It's-"
Whatever he was going to say went unsaid as the man cut him off. He leaned down on his arms over Aika's brother and tipped his chin up at her. "Hey, Aika!" He'd picked up her name from what Eiji said of course, "God you're hot. Nice tits too, bet those things don't sag. Take yer shirt off and join us!"
Eiji went slightly rigid beneath the man and his eyes narrowed. Aika knew Eiji and she could probably tell he was 'going cold'. It was the way he was before he killed someone and the man above him didn't realize he was about to die. How it went from there would be up to Aika.
The man was obviously tipsy. He wore a lopsided shameless grin that surprisingly didn't make him look like a lush but instead made him look rather... devil-may-care. His black hair was streaked with silver (a fashion statement rather than a sign of age. He was probably 25) and his face was clean shaven. Speaking of his face, the only way to describe him was chiseled handsome. It was the sort of face you thought of when reading a dirty romance novel. Dishvealed hair, high cheekbones, a very symmetrical face and topped off with mysterious eyes. Those kind you have to stare into a while to see if they were green or blue or even gray? But his body, while nice, wasn't up to the level of those you saw on the Jounin walking around. All in all, it was easy to see; he was a playboy who got what he wanted and probably often. He was probably rich due to the very nice face and (if one noticed) the discarded clothing on the floor and he wasn't a shinobi. He was well built, but not forged by hard work and steel. It was a superficial look.
The man laughed as Aika opened the door. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment in his voice, just a delight and drunkeness. Eiji too didn't shy away, but he didn't look drunk. There was a flushness about his cheeks, but it was to be expected. "Aika.. You're home. It's-"
Whatever he was going to say went unsaid as the man cut him off. He leaned down on his arms over Aika's brother and tipped his chin up at her. "Hey, Aika!" He'd picked up her name from what Eiji said of course, "God you're hot. Nice tits too, bet those things don't sag. Take yer shirt off and join us!"
Eiji went slightly rigid beneath the man and his eyes narrowed. Aika knew Eiji and she could probably tell he was 'going cold'. It was the way he was before he killed someone and the man above him didn't realize he was about to die. How it went from there would be up to Aika.