Unbridled Instinct//Fist of Innocence
Seemed she enjoyed having his company even though he could be the coldest bastard in town. That didn’t seem to phase her at all. She all but ignored it, and treated him just as a host would respectfully treat a house guest. Hitomi even broke out the nice dishes. Observation led him to believe they were some of her favorite because of the way she handled them. Flowers. Not his thing, but they were just plates. “Juice is fine..” he replied, nodding to her offer.
Right hand reached into his jacket pocket and returned with a pack of South Town Reds. “You mind?” Iori could be a real jerk when he felt like it, but he wasn’t about to smoke in someone’s house that had just let him in and offered him breakfast. “No love for your Japanese side? Why’s that?” Another question in the meantime, until he got an answer about his smoking.
"My father owns a dojo in Germany, and that’s where I was raised. My mother thought it would be better for us to live there." The glasses were gently pinched between her fingers as she traveled to her tiny fridge. A carton of Orange Juice accompanied her back to the table. "It’s not a matter of ‘no love’…I actually have spent a lot of time there recently for my tournaments."
Juice was poured into the paired glasses, and one pushed before Iori. “You can smoke, if you like. I have a window open.” Hitomi pointed to the cracked window above the sink before her fingers wound around her fork so she could set to work on her breakfast. She wasn’t exactly a fan of smoking but since Iori had asked, she couldn’t help but comply.
"So, Iori, what have you been up to? It’s been a bit since our match."