(Fujin)

The tom hummed softly as he lounged on a particularly fancy sort of couch in an old furniture store near the building the Ambassadors had claimed for their own. He needed some fun. Perhaps he should find Lux and suggest they throw a party. Or perhaps he should head over the borders to the populated portions of the city and see about some fun there. A Regime cat often hosted parties at a nightclub there, one that usually ended in lots of bloody mess. Besides, that was always a good way to go about 'doing' his job. There was lots of loners and rogues there, and he was supposed to be interacting with them, so it wasn't the worst idea. He wanted something fun, regardless, so maybe if something didn't land in his brown tabby paws in the next few minutes, he'd simply have to look himself.