Most people who knew Tses didn't like her, or at least Ryoga assumed as much, and the way the girl dressed was odd to him, the sort of fashion only a girl or young man chasing girls would find interested. Why would anyone where netting on their skin to begin with? That was the first thing to go once Ryoga had sat down long enough to realize he had to deal with this form for more than a day even a few. With no clothes of his own and no idea where this girl actually lived, he'd been forced to make do with what she'd had on and some "donations" from the Mansion. The girl who was a God was fairly catching still with large combat boots, but the dragon absolutely refused to wear a skirt, and so Tses's body was now clad in some simple jeans and a tighter shirt than the girl would have worn if she'd still been here.

Ryoga was not a fan of clothing in general, but the bagginess of her previous attire made him feel uncomfortable, so he'd taken some liberties in dressing her. He also removed the little ties from her hair, letting it fall free, what an odd habit girls had, mussing with their hair so much. He preferred to just let it fall, like his own mane when he was in his actual body. Ignoring all this, and the terrible time he was having trying to communicate with this girl who'd taken his body, the foreign God had decided to take advantage of the one benefit of this creature's body. He could now enter buildings, and explore the world of man that he had to watch from afar for so long.

Strolling through downtown he noticed a sign for a Cafe and bookstore, how lovely to put both things together. Reading was something the dragon enjoyed immensely, and a cafe was sure to have tea of some sort, one of the few edible things Ryoga enjoyed with his old form. The stress relief might help him stop this girls body from it's constant morphing between flesh and photon, as well as clear his thoughts on how to return to his own form.

The dragon opened the door, a little bell going off as he did, causing the dragon to bow a bit and apologize for intruding. A common enough Japanese gesture, though most of the Americans would fail to understand his manners or his speech, especially in this girl's body with it's terrible accent. The dragon walked slowly towards a counter, letting his eyes gaze about the room, picking up on each person who was around as well as what he might be interested in. How odd that so many little mortals could fit inside these buildings, it all looked so small to him when he was in his own body, like birds or mice living within a hole in the wall.

Finding a person ready to serve behind the counter brought a smile to Tses's body's face for two reasons, both because Ryoga was feeling that odd pang the girl's body got when it was hungry or thirsty, but more so because the person he saw was clearly Japanese, or mostly so.

"Konnichiwa! What a surprise to meet another Japanese person here!" (Said in Japanese)

Ryoga bowed Tses's body as he introduced himself to the server. His accent was off but Ryoga could still certainly speak his native language well enough with Tses's body.

"I do not go to Cafe's often, tell me please can I order Green Tea here?" Ryoga asked, switching back into English as he spoke. His manners were impeccable, and the smile he wore on Tses's face made the girl appear far nicer than she ever did on her own, but that look in his eyes was just off somehow.

Not to mention the immense feeling of self confidence and arrogance Ryoga gave off naturally, unaware that this server could read beyond just the words the dragon used.

Overwhelmed.

Not the most simple word, but a very accurate one.

It would have been less accurate (and less necessary) if he hadn't been left at the counter on his own on his second day, if only for an hour or so. Yun was polite and deferential to his employers and the senior employees (i.e. all of them). If they wanted him to do something, he did it.

He now regretted agreeing to this one, but he had agreed to it, and therefore he would cling to survival.

He would have to move beyond simply surviving at some point, though, he mused as his eyes casually paled to blue. He was new to this job, but he was learning. There hadn't been any real complaints about him, either from customers or coworkers, so really he was doing just fine. He felt uneasy, though. Was his math wrong? No, that should be the right number. Still, something was out of place...

Were Yun a cat or horse, his ears would have flattened clean against his skull at the first words out of the next customer's mouth. He didn't know the words themselves but he'd heard bits of it enough to light up the 'assumed to speak the language of his visible ancestors' signal. The speaker was outwardly polite, and seemed very friendly to Yun's eyes, but his skin crawled. He shifted warily but held his ground. He was the employee here. The off-girl before him was a customer. The customer requested green tea. Green tea was on the menu. It was north american green tea, though Yun was no judge of quality. The employee was to be polite to the customer and to the store's ultimate mission of acquiring money.

"We do offer green tea," he said, soft spoken but fueled to stability by some of the off-flavoured confidence. He looked directly at the girl and smiled faintly. "It is a north american brand, but not of low quality."

Ryoga spent most of his time being pampered and waited upon in Japan, so the process of ordering something himself was rather novel and unknown, though his love of manners made him quite excellent at asking for something if he could stop being so smug for a few moments. The smile returned to his face when Yun told him they had tea, though the term American added after the fact made it diminish ever so slightly. However the staunch wave of disappointment he gave off might be more noticable to the empath he was speaking with.

"A pity, but I can't expect too much while I am away from home. One cup of green tea, please."

It was odd how anyone could speak so politely and yet sound somehow...condescending all at the same time, even in Tses's body, Ryoga sense of self-worth oozed into her words.

While he waited on his order, Ryoga began to mull over the person before him. His apperance was plesant enough, Ryoga preferred other Japanese to all the Americans he'd been around the past year or so, however it didn't see he was speaking with a native of Japan. There were no physical actions common for a Japanese person, and those blue eyes the man had were definately not Japanese.

"Perhaps I was mistaken, you are not entirely Japanese I"m guessing?" Ryoga's stare was almost invasive, as if he truly believed he had every right to see everyone else as a mere piece of meat or an object, possibly worthy of his attention but little of his respect. The feeling Ryoga gave off from Tses's body wasn't one of hate or disgust, just a nearly smothering sense of self-superiority, increased when he began to judge Yun as not being truly Japanese.

One cup of green tea it was. Yun could make it and take this girl's money and then send her off to drink it somewhere away from him. Oh, wonderful! The corner table was open. It was the farthest from his counter. It would make a fine recommendation. Of course, she might well prove to be even more disappointed with the tea than she was now, but he could pass that off to someone else if it got too messy.

He flicked the electric kettle on to boil (maybe he should actually have it at a full, powerful boil at the moment of pouring) and pulled out two boxes. That the green tea was loose ought to satisfy the pompous woman, though she may or may not like that it was going into a thin paper bag. They were great, though: bagging loose tea immediately prior to use had most of the apparent benefits of loose tea without the really annoying mess. Yun was not yet allowed to make loose tea except with the bags.

Oh look, the girl decided he wasn't Japanese enough to satisfy her. Big-

Customer. This was one who was on his way out, a regular who consistently paid his tab before leaving (and tended to spend up to six hours in the same chair, scrawling away on a tablet with a slender stylus, and never talked to anyone while in his chair). Yun flashed a small, reservedly polite smile at the blonde japaneseophile, held up a hand briefly, and turned to the probable writer. Today had gone better than yesterday, it seemed; the brown-eyed man was tired but calm and even pleased. He paid his tab silently with a tap of his credit card and left the store without looking anywhere other than his route.

Pompous european-heritage japanese girl. Yun's eyes faded quickly from splotched brown back to their earlier blue, but he made himself smile again. "Some of my more distant relatives left Japan. Others left Korea, China, and some part of southeast Asia that didn't get passed down through the generations." Don't insult her. Her lack of genetic Japanese heritage might be obvious but it wasn't worth losing his job over.

The kettle clicked before Yun could quite cross that line and open his mouth again, so Yun rotated on one foot and moved to deal with the tea. Hot water from the kettle into the little metal tea pot (glass and ceramic broke too often to start out full of hot water), tea bag twisted at the top and set into the tea pot, already staining the water inside, and tea pot and tea cup (ceramic with an abstract black and turquoise pattern) onto a small metal tray. He set the tray in front of the girl. "Feel free to use any of the empty tables. One of our window seats is currently available, if you are interested in the view." He didn't point.

Ryoga waited, crossing Tses's arms over her chest briefly before he dropped them again quickly after realizing where they'd sit. This female form was becoming most frustrating, the various stimuli that came with the body plust he new found needs of taste and sleep were nearly too much for the dragon to bother with. That brief period of embarassment might come off as odd, but Ryoga couldn't quite figure out how to hide his emotions with Tses's face yet, it'd only been a day after all.

Waiting for his tea, Ryoga's eyes had been glued to Yun, judging the man while he worked, and that meant he saw that change when it happened. Like magic, the man's eyes seemed to darken into a deep brown before flushing back into the earlier blue. Changing eye color was certainly worth the thought, the dragon's feelings quickly shifting from mild annoyance to curiousity. People often work contact lens to alter their eyes, but that quick change probably meant this mortal was a little something else.

Ryoga's face became stiff for a moment as he continued to watch, paying attention as Yun tried to further the conversation while not mentioning or motioning at all that there had been anything unusual. He briefly thought of the word mutt when Yun chattered off various asian heritages, the racial tension in Ryoga everybit as strong as your average Japanese brat.

He avoided being offensive though, while many Japanese disdained the other asian cultures, Ryoga was cultured enough to know it wasn't socially acceptable outside of certain circles, especially while outside of Japan. Plus he was more interested in this mortals possible status as a mutant. Any mutant he met might have a power worthy of notice, especially considering his current situation. Ryoga finally smiled again once he'd been handed his tea, but this smile was not a friendly one.

No it was more the smile of someone who was winning at a game and enjoying it because of the mere fact that their opponent was the one losing. The man was trying to shuffle Ryoga away by pointing out a table by a window, far away from the counter. While he might not go into a cafe ever, Ryoga knew some basic aspects of how to manipulate or control others, he was a God after all.

"A view of the city sounds rather uninteresting, especially when I'd rather see that little trick of yours again. The one where you change your eye color." The smile turned into a wicked grin, the dragon enjoying the rare use of lips for once. "Tell me waiter, can you do it on command?" This grin suited Tses's body, the girls aggressive look suited to Ryoga's sense of control. He lifted the glass with the proper grip after he finished speaking and took a drink, not top quality, but not bad either, at least the girl's tastebuds weren't useless.

"Omoshiroi." He whispered under his breath as he pondered on what move to make next.

It was so odd how some people put things on pedestals and sneered at everything else. For this girl, Japan clearly held the highest place of honour, and even those neighbours with their own vaguely rich histories were deemed worthless in comparison. She was just a customer, though. Customers came and went. Some returned, like the writer. Others never seemed to. Hopefully this girl would be one of the latter.

Change his eye colour? The way the skin on the back of his neck crawled was entirely his own. The divide between his emotions and the girl's aggression clarified in their contrast for a moment. She was enjoying this, a predator with fresh meat dancing at her claws.

Fear or aggression? Withdraw or withstand? Suffocate or burn? The internal and the external warred and Yun tried to decide on his course of action. Flee? No. He had no intention of backing down even without the challenge to be a hunter himself. Could the girl prove anything? Did she have to? Would she want to? Calling someone a mutant was enough to cause the damage; denial saved the victim from nothing. He wasn't ashamed of being a mutant, but he was certainly wary of the reactions of others to a mutant. He'd seen enough death to be well set in that mindset.

People who were used to getting their way at the expense of others didn't deserve to win. This girl's emotions soared as she prodded and challenged. She thought she was winning. Yun didn't really know how to compete with her, but like hell he'd roll over for her.

"I'm far better at knowing precisely what you think of me on command," he said innocently. "I take it you don't watch your reflection particularly closely." After all, she was the only one close to Yun and her eyes were very blue. Blue was not a natural eye colour for him, but from what he knew his eyes would at least be mostly blue in a setup like this. Clearly the writer's eyes were not blue.

Japanese people were often assumed to be weak willed, or timid because of their inability to domineer a conversation. But that wasn't the case, the Japanese were merely respectful of others, and foreign cultures tended to lack that aspect, creating a disparity in the conversation as they rudely trampled over the other. Ryoga did not suffer from such timidity or culture shock, he was a God and that meant he was always in control, whether others liked it or not. The way Yun snapped back after he spoke about the color change took him a little by surprise, Ryoga expecting to find a caged rat rather than a man willing to play along.

Either way it was still interesting enough to take up his attention for the moment. Were Yun to make this comment about Ryoga in his true form, the dragon might have cared, but in Tses's body he had little concern for how others saw her, after all, she was merely a thief in over her head currently. Yun could play the game with Ryoga, but the God was already assured he was going to win in the end.

"Do not presume to know me, mutant. There is much more to me than...this girl." Ryoga couldn't explain that he'd been body-jacked by some other mutant or some random nonsense, but he wouldn't let anyone look down on him either. Ryoga was still a God, even while wearing Tses's flesh. "I have no need to watch myself, but perhaps you do." The way Ryoga spoke felt like he could easily destroy this place, or Yun, or both, or at least Ryoga was himself entirely convinced of it.

Were he in his own body, he was certain he'd get his message across more correctly, trying to act like himself whilst a woman was exceptionally frustrating. Just the way Tses had laughed at him with his own form still reeled in the back of his mind, the one feeling Ryoga hating more than anything was when people weren't looking up to him, physically or mentally.

Girl was clueless. And arrogant. So very, very arrogant. "More than an endless supply of over-inflated ego? Must be a pretty small sensation." Irritating customer. No wonder so many people hated retail jobs. There was no escaping people who came to your place of work with what seemed to be the sole goal of making your life miserable. Maybe one of the others would get out of the meeting soon and give him a break, or at least check on him. He would quite appreciate a graceful escape route.

The girl's phrasing was odd, though. Yun couldn't make much sense of it in his current sea of foreign pompous rudeness, and, by the time he was far enough away from her to clear his head, it would no longer matter because she would be gone.

He wanted her gone, but this was his post and he couldn't leave it unattended. It was almost too bad that the store wasn't in a rough enough part of town to warrant a panic button (it also didn't make nearly enough money to attract thieves). He could handle this woman if he could at least get her out of his head, but his blanket was back in the staff/break/supply room.

"Watching yourself might let you keep your hair in better order," Yun pointed out, still riding the high-and-mighty crest of the rude customer's overconfidence even as he warred against the intrusion. It probably wasn't the best thing to do, either as a customer service employee or given the particular customer, but it was already out there.

Ryoga commanded Tses' face to sneer at Yun, he had originally hoped to find someone with a sense of manners or at least respect like himself, but alas this server was a foreign mutt, meaning any cultural heritage was all but forgotten. "If not for a recent event, my very presence would have made you bow in awe. Rather I find your Japanese looks wasted upon someone so uncouth." Ryoga had lost his interest in this man, no games to play while he waited for information to surface, he'd rather just enjoy his tea and leave this worthless establishment.

Ryoga merely made a hmpf noise in response to an insult to his appearance. This girls body was the most foreign of soils for Ryoga, he had no intention of learning female fashion or maintenance, especially since he had no interest in further exploring this form. Going to the bathroom was enough of a nightmare, and pushed his sense of shame to a limit he never expected to encounter. "I've no interest in learning how to properly prepare a woman's appearance!"

The way Ryoga spoke clearly felt as if he didn't see himself as a girl, and obviously he wouldn't if Yun had any idea who he really was, but that twinge of confusion and embarrassment that came with the attention paid to his current gender would certainly feel confusing for an empath. "So long as I'm this, I'll just have to settle for a delinquent's appearance." Ryoga's patience had run out finally, and he snatched his drink up and pulled a five dollar bill from Tses's pocket, generally Ryoga had no use for currency, but while he was stuck in her flesh, he'd have to make do with what she had.

Rude face. It wasn't the most impressive rude face he'd ever seen. "Self-obsession doesn't look good on anyone, and I don't bow." Objectively speaking, considering his history, he was probably quite bad at it too. Something to do with a lack of practice and inclination. A particular flavour to the offness of her emotions was growing clearer the more he talked to her, though. It might be curious later, but for now it was mostly an irritant to the shared animosity.

"It doesn't have to be a woman's appearance. It's just your appearance right now," Yun observed. "And your appearance right now is lacking." Seriously, if she didn't mesh with her physical body, she'd be far better off altering rather than moping about it forever. No wonder she was so incessantly annoying. "Your tea's getting cold," he observed quietly once the bill was in his hand. He poked a few keys on the cash register with more focus than the situation warranted (but his inexperience did warrant it, so...) and scraped out a few coins in change when the tray bounced out. He didn't hold them out to her, but set them on the counter. "Have a nice day.

The end was in sight. Of course, he'd probably get another customer pretty quickly, but the end of this person was in sight.

Obsession? Ryoga was obsessed with nothing, save perhaps the severe lack of respect this country lacked. The way this man acted towards a customer, even when that person knew their mutant status was mildly infuritating to the God in a girl's body. His lip quivered a bit before pulling back into a sneer. "What's your name servant?" The emphasis on that word oozed venom and disdain as the dragon questioned Yun. He wanted this man's name, to remember and savor it for the day when he returned to his own body. He'd return here, and then the servant would know his place. Right beneath a dragon's heel.

A woman's appearance was of no concern to Ryoga, especially not this girl and her...risque nature. "The girl's appearance is lacking in refinement yes. But when next we meet, and I promise you that we will meet again, you'll see just how misjudging your eyes have been mortal." The emphasis on the word mortal cemented that this girl was possibly crazy, or the dragon currently piloted her body just happened to have a god complex. Ryoga ignored the change provided to him, Tses's money might as well been valueless to the dragon.

He sipped from his tea once more and then bowed just barely to Yun before stepping away from the counter. "We'll see just how belligerent you can be when the dragon returns." He whispered to himself with Tses's voice as he searched for a chair fitting of his borrowed posterior.