Hoshor Plains just carry this gun, you'll even get paid

There was something absolutely wrong with him... him being Sakai, that is. As soon as the other man strut into view, the guard's eyes nearly lit with excitement and his jaws press tensely together with anticipation. The accent that rumbled from the other was wildly foreign to him as well as alarmingly enticing.

But it was the eyes and what they held that truly drew in the mazoi, the confidence and coloring. Outwardly, the white wolf held a polite composure and never let his eyes linger too long on any particular feature that drew him in. Kai was all too well aware that many men do not enjoy the attention he would otherwise love to give them. There was nothing wrong in looking a bit though.

"Good to see a friendly face out here. You never know these days." The gentleman offered a small smile and bowed his head in greeting. It was completely an assumption, but Sakai was always one to assume someone meant no harm to him until proven otherwise. Still, his black lined gaze never left the strapping figure before him. "My name is Sakai, I belong to Akashingo."