tampered | log; ongoing

log; ongoing

When; Friday March 6
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Tybalt

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Summary; Dinner and a walk.
Log;
And so Friday had come.

It was strange, when Tybalt stopped to think about it. His life had revolved around one key aspect; to get revenge for his mother against his father. That path had been closed off by him. Oh, he still wished that it had been his blade that had taken the life of the man who was his 'father', for 'father' he was in name only. Yet, by Juliet's wish had he stopped, only to see him stabbed by another. In the end, it was a death fitting such a man, and for that Tybalt was glad.

Life had been a blank page for him then. In a way, he had thought that Romeo and Juliet would be there, changing the world, but it seemed that task had now fallen upon those who had survived. The city though had re-united the three of them, and Tybalt was glad that they had found peace somewhere, for they deserved it.

Tonight though he would once more be going to see a citizen he had found in this city; Ino. She was, well, different, from what he was used too, and that was not only her clothing, but the way she acted. Remembering their last visit to the tea shop, Tybalt's lips tugged downward before he shook his head to clear that thought away. Tonight he would be treating her, surprising her even, for he had not told her where it was that he would be taking her.

In a way, although he would not admit it, he was using inspiration from another, for it would be supper and then a walk in the Moss Garden, for Ino enjoyed flowers, and secretly Tybalt hoped she enjoyed the Garden as well. Arriving, he knocked several times before waiting politely for the lady to answer.

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Friday was here!

Ino had spent the entire week floating between ecstatic, pleased, minute amounts of nervous, and back to ecstatic all over again. Their semi-date last Friday had gone well, if only for the surprised look on Tybalt's face when she kissed him on the cheek at the end of the night. It'd been relatively restrained for her, but at the same time, it made things infinitely more comfortable; as much as she pretended otherwise, Ino didn't have much experience with dates, especially with guys she genuinely liked, like Tybalt. He was different than all the guys she knew in Konoha, quiet and respectful and most importantly, relatively accepting of her boisterous personality. Ino could appreciate any guy who kept up with her.

With a fond smile at her reflection in the mirror, she finished pinning up her hair in a loose, coiling bun, before pausing to admire her handiwork. Hair, makeup, hot clothes--even if she was somewhat more covered up than normal, but hey, she knew her target audience--everything was done, ready, perfect.

She was so satisfied that even Shikamaru being a bigger ass than normal couldn't dampen her spirits, as he wondered aloud how she'd managed to get any guy to go out with her, and did she coerce him or something? Maybe the guy was blind--but she'd punched him then, and flounced out to answer the sudden knocking on the door, flinging it open with a wide smile.

"Tybalt!" With a final glare in the direction of Shikamaru's room, she shouldered her purse and tilted her head. "Ready?"

Expect the unexpected.

It was a startled expression that Tybalt's face held, or at least as startled as he could get. It hung there for several moments, for the door had suddenly opened and she was suddenly there. He wouldn't call her a calm person by nature, as from what Tybalt could tell, she was rather social and outgoing, in direct contrast to him. Though, at the same time, it was probably her ability to chat on and fill any silences without even trying to that worked in her favour. Tybalt would answer questions, but when it came to small talk, he rather lacked in that.

Many things were different in this world. The computers. The wingless horses. The talking beasts. The people. Even on a more basic level, the attire. A moment was spared on such, not being too obvious in such. Men's clothing was basically the same, if a bit less formal than what Tybalt himself wore, though from what he had seen, the clothing worn by women varied greatly depending on the individual. They would not be flying today though and Tybalt gave a small nod of his head in greeting. "Ino."

She seemed to be in good spirits, as far as Tybalt could tell, which was a good thing in his book. He took a step back, allowing her to go first, as he spoke once more. "I am. I assume you are as well?"

He had been punctual, though he knew that some times ladies did require extra time to get ready, though judging from her appearance, she did not need any such time.

Ino couldn't help it; just seeing him made her feel a little giddy. Maybe it was the fact that it was her first technical date-date ever, or maybe it was Tybalt--who was so hot that she could totally forgive him for wearing black all the time--but either way, her smile wasn't leaving her face anytime soon.

Nodding, she smoothed down her skirt, closed the door behind her, and slipped her arm in his. He'd probably think it was a little forward of her, but that was exactly the kind of reaction she liked. It was obvious he wasn't used to girls like her, and on top of it being totally adorable, it also meant that she could return a little of the horizon expanding favor. After all, no guy had ever treated her like a lady before--or paid much attention to her at all, really--and it almost surprised her how much she enjoyed it, rather than just felt belittled by it.

"Mm-hm!" Tightening her hold on his arm, she inclined her head forward, peering up at him artfully through her lashes. "How about you?"

If she was waiting for a big reaction, all she received was a slight raising of his eyebrow as he peered down at her. Such things were not abnormal where he had come from, for when a man took a lady out, he generally did offer her his arm. Of course, that didn't mean that Tybalt had done such things often (if ever, though that was something people did not need to know), for it was generally the nobles who acted in such a manner, and despite his own blue blood, he had not been one of them.

And, it wasn't as if he would shake her arm off like it was some foreign object. Instead he looked from her arm to her and stated nothing at all.

If she was planning on keeping him on his toes all night, she was off to a good start. Both eyes widened as she not only tightened her grip around his arm, but glanced up at him in a manner that caught him off guard. He coughed, covering the moment of silence that had proceeded it. Considering how she had ended things last time... and he still was not quite sure what a 'ninja' was, but he could tell that her body was in good shape.

It was a noncommittal noise that was given for an answer to her question, as they started out, before he paused inwardly. "I am. You look lovely this evening."

Ino had to suppress a giggle at his delayed reaction, glad that the little trick had worked. She couldn't help but think of flirting almost as being a ninja; there were flirting techniques just like there were ninja techniques, and she certainly studied enough magazines and articles to be a veritable expert at it. Shikamaru had a tendency to roll his eyes whenever he caught her with her nose in a girly magazine, but then again, Shikamaru sure was an idiot, for a genius. She liked the pictures!

And if she wasn't pleased enough before, his complement definitely did the trick; there went another difference between him and the guys in Konoha. Tybalt actually meant it, and it made her wonder how she ever got by on those superficial compliments from Sai.

"Thank you," she said softly, for her, unable to stop herself from blushing a little. No matter how confident she felt, she could never stop herself from blushing a little.

But she did recover quickly. Lifting a hand, she tucked her bangs behind her ear, her smile bordering on playful as they headed down the hallway. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Of course for a moment Tybalt wondered if he had worded it in the wrong manner, or somehow managed to have shoved his foot in his mouth, but her thank you quickly washed that away. His eyes glanced downward, for just the tone of her reply had caught his attention and he was rewarded in seeing that faint flush along her cheeks.

So she could.

If there was one word he could use to describe her personality, it would be confident, but it seemed that even she had her limits. A playful tug of his lips curling them into a smirk for a moment, for such would prove to be interesting.

She didn't lose her stride for long though, as she was quickly back to what Tybalt would call her old self. He dressed mainly in the same manner as he always had, not quite trusting some of the clothing that this world had to offer. Comfort and dexterity left him with his old attire, as he knew what it could and could not do. Some ways were never dropped, and he had fought and moved around in the shadows for years.

An eyebrow quirked at her, though he mimicked her own reply, minus the blush. "Thank you."

Ino didn't miss the little smirk, though she pretended to, because it made her feel even more flustered that his compliment did, and she did not do flustered. It wasn't her style. A little girlish, maybe, because no amount of ninja training could ever shake the girl out of her, and fawning, because what guy didn't like to be worshipped?

Oh, wait.

Either way, she wasn't going to let some stupid sexy smirk get the best of her, and she smiled a you're welcome, tilting her head in that practiced way to tack on the handsome. Maybe she wasn't quite as blindly adoring towards guys anymore, but she certainly wasn't shy about appreciating them, either.

"So where are we going?" she asked enthusiastically, since he hadn't even divulged what he was planning, and a part of her could really, really get used to this. Surprises were good. Surprises from Tybalt were better. But another part of her really, really wanted to know--maybe that was why she'd been slightly anxious. Maybe that was why she hadn't been this excited in a long time.

Truth be told, he had not known where he would take her when it had first occurred, though thankfully Tybalt had had time to think such things through. As much as he could have asked Romeo or Juliet for help, but the ramifications of doing that made him balk. He'd noted that she had already discussed their previous tea session with his brother, though thankfully not a lot had come out of it. After all, he didn't need his brother or Juliet digging around in his business, and he really didn't know what he would do if they did. He was Tybalt, after all.

He'd made it his job to know of the city though and had gotten the general lay of the land quite quick. The foreign devices had taken a bit longer and although Tybalt did not know them inside out, he was comfortable enough with them. Her question wasn't surprising, as he had wondered just how long it would take her to ask it.

"Out." A simple answer that fit with Tybalt. He wasn't one to generally waste words when they were not needed, nor was he going to ruin it. No, he wanted to see the real expression on her face, though he somehow figured that if she didn't like it, he would hear about it regardless. His gaze dropping down to her for a moment, he decided to elaborate, without actually telling much more. "Food first."

So he was being all dark and mysterious on her. Not surprising, but rather than finding herself frustrated, like she might have been if it had been... anyone else, really, it mostly just made her more excited. No guy had ever taken the time to surprise her, and she couldn't really argue against him being enigmatic, either. It would be pretty out of character for him if he wasn't, and, well, it was one of the things she liked about him. It made poking and prodding him that much more fun and interesting.

"Food, hm~?" she mused aloud, wondering exactly what kind of food they were talking about here. She'd discovered a lot of new food, stuff called Italian and Chinese and Japanese--which was eerily like the food in Konoha--by dragging Shikamaru out to eat, especially when both of them were too lazy to make something. Which meant that if one of them ever cooked, it was Ino.

But... if Tybalt was saying that, it meant that he had something planned for after their meal. She smiled at the realization, gathering her coat around her against the chill outside.

"What about after?" she pressed, well aware of the potential double entendre and the fact that she wouldn't be getting a straight answer anyway. But that wasn't the point, was it?

His gaze darted over to her as she mused, for she could muse all she wished. She wasn't going to get anymore out of him. Holding the door open to the outside, he allowed her to exit before falling into step behind him.

This place had a wide variety of foods, and he wondered if he should have asked before hand what types of things she did eat. It hadn't crossed his mind though, and he had found a place that had looked interesting and seemed to have a wide enough variety on its menu for them to choose from. He had, since moving here, tried a wide variety of foods, finding some of them quite disgusting, though others reminded him of the food he had back home.

He smirked. He kept his gaze fixed ahead of him. So she had caught on to his wording. It didn't mean that he was going to tell her anything more, but he had dangled the bait, wondering if she would catch on, and she had.

"After?" His face held a level expression, looking down at her as if he had no clue what she was talking about and as if he had not been smirking at the fact that she had caught on. He gave a casual shrug of his shoulders as they continued walking. "Who said anything about after?"

That was the other nice thing--he always opened the door for her and let her go first and all sorts of other little things that were going to really, really spoil her for other guys, because--well, what kind of girl would she be if it didn't make her want to swoon and let her bosom heave and her hair flutter in the wind? That was the kind of thing Ino saw more often in romance novels than real life, sadly enough.

In real life, though, it was pretty nice.

Once they were outside, she immediately fell into step next to him, close enough that her coat sleeve brushed against his arm, looking up--wait. Was he teasing her? He was definitely teasing her. Well, as teasing as he could seem to get, but baiting her and then playing dumb totally counted. It was enough teasing to catch her off guard for a few seconds, brows lifted, lips pressed together.

Then she laughed.

"You're just a man of mystery, aren't you?" she said, her voice light and playful and still full of laughter, then added, in her own version of acquiescence, "Not that it doesn't work for you." So she wouldn't press it. For now.

Swooning was one thing, though had her bosom actually been heaving...

His life had been spent moving around in the shadows, collecting information and dealing with it. You could never be too sure who was your friend, and who was your enemy. Even those people who thought you could rely on might in fact turn out to be the rat in your midst. It had happened more than once, and the less that they knew and the sooner they were dealt with, the better.

Mysterious just happened to be the form it took, though he had, in fact, been teasing. He might be serious a lot of the time, for that was in his nature to be so, though there was that other side, that side that had slowly started to emerge once Neo Verona had been saved. A side that could smile and laugh, albeit neither happened too often.

"We use what we are good at to our advantage," he quipped, giving her a look, for she seemed to be quite good at that.

Now when he said things like that... it made Ino wonder exactly what Neo Verona was like and what he did there and what necessity forced him to be this way. She'd heard a partial story from Romeo-kun, about his father--their father, she supposed--being a tyrant, and how Romeo-kun, Juliet, and Tybalt were around for his downfall, though some other man had actually killed him. Then there were the things Tybalt said, about being a bastard son.

It wasn't much to go by, but even Ino could figure out they must've been a part of some kind of resistance. Which still wasn't much, in the grand scheme of things, but it did pique her curiosity. Almost everything about Tybalt piqued her curiosity, and all those things people said about mysteries and enigmas and puzzles waiting to be solved suddenly seemed very, very true.

She caught his look, and laughed again, this time more of a giggle. Not that she was an expert on Tybalt's moods--though she could glean things from such emotional retards as Shikamaru and Sasuke--but he seemed to be in a good one.

"You're telling me," she countered, smiling, then angled her head in contemplation. "Hm~ I have this feeling that you'd make a pretty good ninja."

A story he might share, though it was not a story that many knew. He had told Juliet of it. It was strange, for as she would later state that he was the only one she had told and been able to talk too, Tybalt might say the same. It wasn't that he cared that he was the bastard son of the tyrant known as Montague. All that had done was set his path to where it was to go. Thus he had never quiet relied on anyone, for there was no one. His own path had been carved, his destiny set on its path, the path to his father's death. Again, it was Juliet who showed him that destiny didn't need to be what it was; Juliet, and Romeo.

A ghost of a smile played upon his lips, but nothing more. Dark eyes watched as she laughed again, a sound that was somewhat foreign. Until recently, there had been no reasons to laugh and no reasons to celebrate. Then, the tyrant had lost the throne and Neo Verona had been saved. Time had started to move on, and Tybalt knew that he was no longer outside of that time.

Glancing down at her as she seemed to be lost in thought, he studied her for a moment. "You never did say what, exactly, a ninja was."

Ino was entirely used to carrying on a conversation by herself, considering who she had as teammates, so having someone who actually responded was a nice change, and she had to bow her head to hide her pleased smile. Shikamaru and Chouji had a tendency to just let her talk on and on, probably without really listening, and despite the fact that she berated them for it, she didn't really mind as much as she pretended. They wouldn't be her teammates any other way, and even she had to admit that it was probably a defense mechanism of theirs, considering how long they'd known her. And how much she talked.

But Tybalt played along, the gentleman he was. It was a nice change of pace from the norm.

"Well," she said, somehow managing to bounce on the balls of her feet in spite of the fact that she was in high-heeled boots, "the way I explained it to Romeo-kun was... we're like soldiers. We fight for our villages." It made her happy to explain these things, to talk about her home and her life, a familiar thing in an unfamiliar world, to share a bit of herself with someone she liked. She pulled a little ahead of him in her enthusiasm, clasping her hands in front of her and tucking her shoulder under her chin as she glanced back at him.

"Except we don't really do it out in the open if we can help it. We're supposed to be stealthy and covert about it, usually stuff like espionage and sabotage." After a pause, she added teasingly, "You see why I think you'd be good at it."

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His quiet eyes dropped down, watching as she all but sprang along as they walked. He was curious, for there were terms that she had thrown around which Tybalt had no clue what they were. Given that many different wakes of life converged, it was hardly surprising. He'd been able to figure out some things, as she had talked (as it was something she could do a lot of) though that particular term hadn't been addressed.

If anything, she seemed happy to talk about her home, or maybe she was just happy to talk. Watching as she pulled ahead, Tybalt found the action surprisingly cute and innocent. Yet, as he focused on her words, a brow rose. Soldiers? It hadn't been what he was expecting, but it seemed he would need to get used to that. Juliet had been the only female he had known to fight, for everyone else had been male, and yet she was saying that they fought for their villages.

The concept was a bit strange to grasp. So a ninja was like a soldier in an army? ... but what sort of an army would have such young people? Was that the norm? An amused noise was given to her comment. "In a manner, that is what I have done. And how is it that you came to be one of these?"

He made a motion with his head though off to the side, for they had arrived. Pandora's. It wasn't exactly too fancy, nor was it not fancy enough. He opens the door, waiting for her to enter.

So she'd totally called that; he was a bit like a shinobi. Not that it was too hard to guess, with the way he seemed to favor black and blend into the shadows and all those other things they'd trained for years to do back in the Academy. Maybe she just felt some kind of familiar ninjaish vibe from him.

"I knew it," she said, half to herself, eyes gleaming with satisfaction before she walked into the restaurant. It was a place she'd been to once before with Shikamaru, since it seemed to be pretty popular, though she hadn't really formed an opinion on it yet. It had a pretty good salad, though.

"Well..." She dragged out the last syllable after registering the contemplative expression on his face--but Romeo-kun had told her, in their conversation, that Juliet was the only woman he knew who fought. She could only assume that men did the only real fighting in their world, kind of a more exaggerated situation than in Konoha. After all, Ino was one of only a handful of women in the ninja ranks, and Tenten had certainly lamented the disproportionate numbers enough times for it to stick with Ino.

"I don't know. I've always wanted to be a ninja, ever since I was a little girl, you know? My family's an old clan, and we've sort of been in the business for a while," she answered between getting themselves situated at their table. "There wasn't anything else I wanted to do."

Knew it? She seemed to be talking more to herself, though that did not stop Tybalt from sending her a look as she passed him by to enter into the restaurant. His clothing had been chosen for a purpose, and he would have agreed with that had he know that was where her mind was going. Even his Ryouma was dark, for when one led a small group of rebels, it was smart to blend in with the dark than to draw attention to oneself.

So she was enjoying talking. He knew that she needed no prodding to talk, and let her continue on at her own pace. If she enjoyed it, so be it. Her voice was nice enough to listen to, not being too whiny or full of annoying sayings like some females he had met.

Removing his cloak, Tybalt held the chair out for Ino before taking his own. His eyes wandered around for a few moments, almost frowning, but everything was different from home. The lights were almost too bright for him, but then again, when one was used to the soft glow of candles, it was hardly surprising.

How odd. So she had always wanted to be a ninja? He'd have thought, like most, that fighting was the furthest thing from a female's mind. He had not seen her in action, although first looking at her, he would not have pegged her down as such. Blonde hair, open personality; though her clothing had been dark enough and he had seen that she was fitter than most females he knew. "So it is a family tradition to do such? You defend your land then?"

She smiled brightly and took her seat when he pulled out her chair--god, she'd never get tired of that--shrugging out of her coat and draping it over the back of the chair. The top underneath was a simple, unsurprisingly purple off-the-shoulder one, carefully chosen to show off the right skin rather than all of it. So maybe Shikamaru had a small, very small point about her clothes. He was still completely hopeless.

Either way, she knew she looked good, totally the hottest girl here, sitting with the hottest guy here. She felt like she could kick the ass of everyone in Akatsuki right now.

"Less a tradition and more a lifestyle," she explained lightly, trying to counter his sudden stiffness--he didn't seem completely comfortable in bright, crowded places, did he?--by leaning forward on her elbows, closer to him. "Every generation of my family has had at least one shinobi in it."

Really, he was lucky that she wasn't as militantly feminist as Tenten and had a teammate like Shikamaru stupidly misogynistic enough for her to get tired of proving a woman's asskicking ability--besides, Tybalt was a product of his mildly sexist environment, and she couldn't really fault him for that. Tenten and Sakura might try to kick his ass or something, but Ino knew there were other ways she could gain the upper hand--if she didn't have it already.

"Mm-hm, we defend our land," she repeated, looking down at her entwined hands and suddenly thinking back to Konoha and the fact that they didn't do a very good job of defending it this time, did they? Her village was completely laid to waste, everything destroyed, and she didn't even know if Chouji made it out okay. "I mean," she continued suddenly, catching onto the direction her thoughts were going and reining them in, "we do other things, like missions. They don't always involve protecting the village or something, but they're still for its benefit and all that."

A spare glance was given to her attire, for it was enough to make his eyebrow arch. It seemed to be far more about style here then actual function. Then again, most women did not wear dresses or long skirts and aprons here. Another cultural difference. So she had dressed up then. At least, it wasn't the typical clothing that Tybalt was used to seeing her in (though even those clothes were not typical by his standards.)

Drawing his eyes away from her shoulder, he listened. Listening was something he was good at. It was something that he had been doing for years. Listen and see what you can get, what you can learn. Work through the rumors and find the facts. It was what had kept him alive, for there were some people always willing to sell you out if the price was right.

It wasn't so much that she was female, or even that she seemed quite young to have been in a militia type of career, though he had to wonder what her world was like. Was she in the minority, just happening to be one of these shinobi, or was such an occupation common place? Though she had stated that at least one in every generation, so they must not all be these ninja, and she was of a clan. Perhaps it was the duty of the clan to work in such a manner, to swear fealty to some sort of sovereign like the nobles of Neo Verona.

"Missions?" His eyes remained on her, a curious expression in them.

Of course she dressed up. Ino was the type to dress up for any reason at all, even dragging Shikamaru to nice restaurants just so she could wear this new dress or that favorite top. Now that they were in the City, she didn't have to wear her uniform 24/7--or even much at all--and she found herself really enjoying wearing cute clothes that didn't necessarily have to be functional. The whole functional thing tended to put a damper on fashion.

Ino seemed to remember that she had a menu in front of her then. Picking it up, she glanced at it without really reading any of the words, suddenly caught up in explaining herself and her world to Tybalt. She crossed and uncrossed her legs under the table, rested her chin in her hand, tilted her head to the side so that her bangs hung in her face. She'd always been an animated talker--or maybe just a talker--and his questions only really fueled her on.

"Shikamaru would kill me if I told you all about them, but they're mostly things like... like I said before. Espionage and sabotage, assassination, sometimes tracking or protecting a client." She paused to take a real look at her menu, unable to stop herself from scanning only the food that was low in calories and fat. Old habits died hard. "My team specializes--used to specialize--in information gathering, so we were usually sent on those kinds of missions."

It was the fact that is wasn't some sort of an occasion, at least in Tybalt's mind, for it was not a ball or some celebration along those lines. Then again, Tybalt was not the sort to get 'dressed-up', for he had no need for it. His every day clothes were just that; used for every day. Even during the festivals where other people had put on their best or decorated their hair, Tybalt had worn what he was wearing right now. Anyway, it was usually only the females who followed the fashion trends, for they donned their brightest and best on a daily basis, and did nothing but flutter around like useless butterflies in the keep.

"You are more akin to a mercenary group then, as compared to an army?" After all, one did not tend to do such things as sabotage or information gathering on a large scale. For feats like that, it was a smaller scale, of one or a few more people. Personally, Tybalt preferred the one as compared to more, but that was his preference. There could be an advantage to having more, though he had always worked alone.

"Hn. Well we wouldn't want him to do that," he remarked to her earlier comment, arching an eyebrow, for a dead Ino wasn't exactly what Tybalt was trying to achieve. He had known people who had been killed for less, though he somehow figured that it was more a figure of speech than anything else. Or so he hoped. Having already looked at the menu when he had come earlier to see what sort of a place it was, he knew what he wanted. Some things, obviously, were beyond his understanding, and he would sort those out on his own. After all, a soft drink, a Cesar salad? Foreign terms, though at least some of the items had small blurbs beneath them saying what they were.

If she was being honest with herself, Ino had never really thought about these things in intricate detail, because... well, that was just the way things worked. She'd never had to explain shinobi and missions and the system in Konoha to anyone before, because everybody already knew. Being a ninja or having ninja around to protect the village was a way of life for them, and a way of life they'd had ever since Konoha had been founded. Now that he mentioned it, it was a little abstract, wasn't it?

"Not really..." she replied, biting her lip as she tried to figure out a way to phrase this. "We're more like an army, because everything we do is for Konoha in some way, even if it's money. The Hokage, the person who gives us our orders, is both the leader of the shinobi and the village."

There! A light pasta with her favorite, cherry tomatoes. Perfect. With a smile, she set down her menu, then glanced up at Tybalt out of the corner of her eyes.

"Definitely not," she teased, poking fun at his apparent seriousness. One of these days, she was going to get him to grin or laugh or blush or something a normal human being did. Until then, she'd enjoy the challenge. "Though Shikamaru knows better than that. I'd kick his lazy ass."

There were many different types of people here. Some seemed to have a simpler life than even Tybalt had had, though there were also others who found this world as lacking, not 'technological' enough. To each their own, as such things as a lamp or even a 'car' were novelties to Tybalt, strange, foreign devices that had taken time for him to comprehend. There was even pictures that moved, and these communication devices worked like a form of letter, only instantaneous. The possibilities here seemed endless.

"Hokage?" He assumed this term was like another word for King, or such? After all, Montague had had his hand in the militia as well as the court, though he had ruled with an iron fist, not actually paying any heed to the villagers. He ruled over them, without a thought for them. He noted that there was no harshness or strain in her voice when she spoke of this leader, leading him to believe that she liked her leader.

A slight smirk at that remark. Somehow, he believed that she could do that. As the waiter came over, Tybalt allowed her to place her order before placing his own. "It seems then that there are some similarities between our worlds."

After placing her order, Ino nodded in response, then set her cheek on the butt of her palm, leaning towards him over the table again. She'd never really had much of a healthy respect for personal bubbles, being a demonstrative person by nature--but he'd probably already noticed that. He had yet to complain, though, and even if he had... it wouldn't really discourage her for long, anyway.

"The strongest ninja in the village, usually. There's a whole process for getting them appointed, but that's boring stuff," she replied, flapping a hand. Politics was one of the few topics she never really talked about; in the academy, she learned about the history and the processes and everything inside and out in spite of the tedium, because she was an excellent student who didn't spend all her time sitting in the back of the class sleeping. But even having that knowledge didn't make it any less dull.

"Is that so?" she asked lightly, returning his smirk with something a little more impish in it. It was an invitation, of course, for him to keep going, because almost as much as she liked talking, she also liked listening, out of curiosity and inquisitiveness and a desire to understand... and for juicy gossip, too.

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