[Law's lips crooked and then smoothed out. High society sleazeballs. Reminded him of Doflamingo and his clients.]
Aa... glad of that, really. High society? Not really my kind of thing. I mean, I've done those sorts of functions, but I prefer my jobs to be with more grit.
Although the last time I was anywhere near any bigwigs, I was tramping around in a loincoth, believe it or not.
Thank you. [The man took the bottle, examining the color and more importantly the instructions.] When you use this, how long does it typically last for you? [He would have to mindful of when he needed to reapply the concealer. They were going to be there two days.]
They do... but that story... [Another day. He hasn't even told Itachi.]
September 19th [Action]
Aa... glad of that, really. High society? Not really my kind of thing. I mean, I've done those sorts of functions, but I prefer my jobs to be with more grit.
Although the last time I was anywhere near any bigwigs, I was tramping around in a loincoth, believe it or not.
Thank you. [The man took the bottle, examining the color and more importantly the instructions.] When you use this, how long does it typically last for you? [He would have to mindful of when he needed to reapply the concealer. They were going to be there two days.]
They do... but that story... [Another day. He hasn't even told Itachi.]