No Troubles (Open)

'Quite a lot of people here tonight.' That was an obvious one, however, as this District was cheaper than where Sharaku lived. Many people probably prefered to come here to spend their money, rather than pay a higher price elsewhere, and the place wasn't as bad as the rest of the island. In the evening and night it actually appeared fancy. The lower cost, despite how nice it sounded, was not the reason Sharaku was roaming these streets at the moment. He really couldn't care less about that. Even though he was not a social butterfly when there was no reason for it, his home island was often boring in regards of company for unknown reasons. 'And this place is, in exchange, pretty loud...' Well, nothing is ever perfect.

Currently, he was wondering if it wouldn't have been better if he had ditched his usual dress style for something more casual. Oh, he was definitely more used to and comfortable in his trademark suit and hat, but it proved a bit irritating here. For example, a while ago. He had decided to get himself something to drink in one of these parts, which was normal for the most part. What wasn't, was the waitress that brought him the stuff giving him the look that said something along the lines of 'You-look-rich-so-you-better-give-me-a-good-tip'. Truth to be told, it wasn't as if it hurt him, but it was disturbing nonetheless. But he took it at face value, not making a scene out of it, rather he made a mental note of avoiding this in the future.

Either way, he was walking down the street, one gloved hand in his pocket, the other hanging by his side, as he observed the rest of the population having fun. 'Next time, I'm definitely wearing something else if I come here...' He would sigh, most of his mind still on the previous subject. And he wasn't even really upset, it was just the principle of the thought. More importantly, he needed something to do, when he was already here, and preferably without any further incidents. Looking around, taking in the sight of random people, his gaze would stop on a silver haired male walking down the street for a moment. This man seemed to be dressed a bit nicer than the people around, and Sharaku concluded, to his own frustration, that it was probably bad that he was considering talking to this person just because they didn't look like someone who'd bother him about money. Okay, so maybe that previous incident annoyed him more than he initially thought.

And maybe he was already loosing it, as the idea seemed very entertaining at the moment. Oh well, you never know. ''Hello Mister. Mind if I ask you something?'', he would speak up politely, after taking a few long strides to match up with the walking man. 'Wait, that might have just come out a bit weird....' He was only intending on asking whether the man knew some place in the District that was worth spending time in, but after a moment he wasn't sure that was the best way to start a conversation when walking up to someone out of blue. He would have to go with it for now though.

To say that going over to talk might have not been the best idea was an understatement. Sure, Sharaku wouldn't mind interference that much, but this was a bit of an overkill. Seriously, was that young man on a skateboard crazy? The silver haired man dodged that strike, right, but still was that neccessary? Well, for an imaginary heart attack, maybe. Blinking a few times in confusion, Sharaku would watch as the skateboarder berated the older man. Something about his guys and skate park and...whatever. It wasn't like he knew what the deal was. 'What the hell did I get myself into?'

Still, he would remain quiet during the exchange, simply because he had nothing to say on the subject. No need for him to get involved in too much trouble. But he would turn his golden eyes on the younger when he adressed him. Or more like outright insulted. 'Very creative use of language indeed....' ''Well, from the way you speak, I would assume you don't really care who I am. While I have no idea why a suit would be considered as a Halloween costume, I shall take that as a compliment for now. Might I inquire as to what would be your idea of a better get up? Either way, hello to you too Mister.'', he would say, adopting an easygoing tone. It wasn't like he had not heard insults on his person before, so he was willing to take it. To each their own. Sharaku wasn't going to judge the guy yet, not until he heard more. He would keep nice as long as it was possible. No use in picking a fight, even if the other was outright rude.

''It's alright sir, I am not bothered. Well, I didn't really want anything important. It seems he's got more pressing matters do discuss, so I'll let him take the spotlight for now. It wouldn't be polite of me to interfere. Be my guest and deal with that first.'', he would say nonchalantly, when the man turned his attention back to him, gesturing vaguely towards the skateboarder with a gloved hand. He had plenty of time to spare. Besides it did seem somewhat interesting, even if he didn't know the jist of the situation. Listening might just do him some good. It's never a waste to have information about things happening around.

For a moment, Sharaku kept to listening passively, as the other two had their exchange. He still didn't particularly get what it was about, but it struck him a bit weird. Why so much hassle around a skate park? He had a feeling that he was either missing something important, or this was entirely normal in this part of the region. Whatever it was, it seemed to rile up the skateboarder teen a lot. Sharaku had to admit that the silver haired man was dealing with the rude approach quite well, as it was pretty severe. He was sure that if he took the precious time to count it, he would have come to the conclusion that he just heard more insults in these few minutes than during at least a half of his life, and that was an impressive achievement.

And..speak of the devil, or more like think at this point. Sharaku was having a hard time resisting chuckling at the look the skateboarder gave him at first, but had to redirect his thoughts after the verbal asault. 'Oh dear....' The young man was lucky Sharaku wasn't the type to get angered quickly, at least not anymore. He had no idea where this Transylvania was, but Frankenstein did ring some bells. 'Wasn't that some book.....Ah, right.' Well, good to know he was being refered to a monster. Although, he couldn't deny he did not look exactly normal. Normal people did not have gray skin and all. However, rather than being upset, he found himself amused when he realized something. He didn't know how much has that skateboarder teen seen, but in the original, the monster had no name. Frankenstein was the guy who created the thing. Movies and all twisted it around apparently. But, books aside, the situation at hand was more important. Giving the teen an impassive, albeit still polite face, he would respond calmly, still playing it cool. ''To assure you, you definitely don't look it. And in actuality, I do live in this region. Not originally, but I don't think you care. It has nothing to do with Transylvania though. Still, you make me wonder. First, you insult my choice of get up, and then ask me to figure it out myself. Am I supposed to mind read to know what exactly you had in mind?'' This was going to be a long conversation indeed, but he had no intention on giving up. While he wouldn't go out of his way to implicitly insult back, he wasn't going to get defeated in words. The insults themselves didn't bother him that much, it was the principle of the conversation. ''Oh, and by the way, my name is not Frankenstein, but I'd give you one for the try..... Você é engraçado, na verdade.'', he would add after a moment, feeling like elaborating on that, even though it probably didn't matter.

Turning his attention back to the silver haired man, he would think for a bit. He caught him call the skateboarder Mr.Yata, was that his name? ''I suppose I did, that's true. However, I don't think it matters much anymore. I'm just hanging around either way. I think I'm entertained enough by this conversation, at least so far.'', he would say, closing his golden eyes for a moment. That was technically the truth. He was originally looking for some sort of decent entertainment in these parts, and while an insult war wasn't what he expected to get, it still proved to be an efficient way to pass his time.

'That went fast...' Mr. Skateboarder was already agreeing to a death match of some sort. What a brash young man, indeed. Fighting it out wasn't always the best way, now was it? When the young man addressed him, Sharaku didn't have enough time to respond, the other already speeding off on his skateboard. Well, nevermind. At least he didn't need to come up with a smart answer to that. 'Suits me well enough....'

Turning his attention to the man when he sighed, Sharaku would ponder for a moment. The man seemed somewhat troubled by the scene that just played out, and he said he had work to do. ''Considering you say you have work to do, then nevermind sir. After all, enough time has passsed already, and I believe I shall be going as well. I suppose it was a pleasure meeting you. I wish you good luck with the young man, he seems like a troublemaker indeed.'', he would say, nodding politely, before taking off himself. Time was indeed moving, and he did not live in these parts, so it would be better for him to start heading back anyway. Maybe he could come back some other day.

~Exit~

He made a weird presence himself. But in any case, now Zach had interesting matters to deal with. He had to now call his gang and inform of them of what they may or may have not started. Or just laugh it off with them. He wish he could do the latter, but threats are threats, and he was given this for a reason. Taking his phone out, he could contact each of them to return home as soon as possible, and then begin his journey home himself. It seemed tonight may be another sleepless one.

(Zach exits - Topic End)