«I hope it meets your tastes, Dragon-san.» the corners of her lips turned up, in a light smile, her head lowering in a little bow. It wasn't the first time Kiisora gave one of her paintings to the man, either as a present or as a payment for one or two doses. This time it was a small, square one, painted in red and black; The figure was rather abstract, but it sure reminded the mythical animal the man took his "nickname" from. «As soon as I finished it, I knew it had to belong to you.»
Ryuuma took the paper that was covering that piece of art and his own mouth turned into a soft grin of satisfaction. - “Why, thank you. Your gifts always will have a place in my office and on my club.” - He leaned in and pressed a button on his table phone, advising to the secretary on the other side. - “I need a new hook in my wall. As quickly as possible.” - He placed the painting on the table, leaning against the pc’s screen. - “I like the colors here… It causes me some angst… Fear… Yet it’s mesmerizing.”
