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Immediately before this log, Cain and Shinobi have a brief talk on the front porch about this phonecall.
While lunch was very high up on Shinobi's 'things to do' list.. he needed a smoke, first. The vague, general sense of annoyance after the evening previous was beginning to come back, and the best way to chase it off, he found, was nicotine. This has brought him out to the front porch, a hooded sweatshirt pulled on over his polo shirt and jeans as he leans against the wall next to the door, working on draining his cigarette down to the filter.
Cain looks up from the walkway where he has been replacing tiles cracked by the winter freeze. Spotting the young man lighting up his cigarette, he tucks his trowel into his belt, wipes his hands off on his jeans, and begins walking toward the porch. "Hey there," he calls out in a friendly voice. Shinobi has seemed to be one of the more polite folks around on the journal system, Cain thinks. No need to make this part any more difficult.
Blinking in surprise, Shinobi looks up at the call, shaking himself before offering Cain a smile as he straightens up. "Afternoon," he calls back, lifting a hand to offer a wave. "I was going to come find you once I finished this," he grins, gesturing with the cigarette as he plucks it from between his lips to hold it between his fingers. Cain, he likes alright - there's something to be said for blunt honesty. It's refreshing.
Cain nods, leaning against the post opposite Shinobi and gazing out at the last remaining patches of snow melting on the lawn. "Ain't no fancy way to put this," he begins, "so I'll come out and say it plain. You're Sebastian Shaw's boy, aren't you?"
It's refreshing, Shinobi. Just keep telling yourself that so you don't get annoyed. "Yes," he replies slowly, eyebrows melding with his hairline as he looks up (and up, and up) at Cain. "Haven't made much effort to hide it, but I understand how it could be missed. Isn't much of a familial resemblance - thankfully take after my mother, in that regard. What's brought it up?"
Cain takes a sideways glance at the boy -man, he corrects himself- sizing him up. Kid doesn't take much after his dad, maybe a bit around the... nope. Hm. "Just so you know, I came into a bit of money few months back," Cain doesn't feel all that comfortable discussing the trust fund, as is obvious by his reluctance to meet Shinobi's eyes. "Got some folks to help me invest it, and it just so happens that your old man took a bit of an interest in me coming out of nowhere and buyin' up a chunk of his stock."
"He does like to keep track of his assets," Shinobi muses quietly, regarding Cain curiously and noticing his reluctance - he's felt that way often enough himself - so he saves him the trouble and looks out towards the grounds, instead. "I'll assume, since you're telling me this, that he didn't win you over with his bullshit charming act?"
"Oh no," Cain replies quickly. "he was civil enough. Even invited me to some social shindig. Not my schtick, but hey, nice gesture. Decent enough guy." Cain thinks for a moment over his next words. "But I get a call from him the other night - and now that I think about it, just a few hours after you all bring Alex home." Watching Shinobi's face for any reaction, he continues. "Said he had a deal for me."
Shinobi doesn't look surprised, precisely, though his eyebrows do twitch back up towards his hairline. He "Ahh"s quietly, nodding slowly and pursing his lips in consideration before bringing his cigarette back up for another drag, shifting his weight to his other foot. "I was beginning to think he'd gone soft. What'd he offer?"
"Your stereotypical sack of money, I'm assuming." Cain chuckles, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning against the post. "Seemed he'd been dealt a pretty big blow to his pride. And what he wanted was you and Miss Frost. Delivered to him, all nice and simple. Thought I was the guy for the job."
"He said his pride was hurt? Really?" Shinobi can't supress a distinctly pleased grin at this news, beaming to himself and supressing the urge to bounce on his toes. "Well, since Emma and I are still here, and how amused you seem about the sack of money he was likely offering, I'll assume you turned him down? Unless this is a sneaky way of shoving me into a big burlap sack, of course."
Cain makes a show of patting his pockets. "Shit, forgot my sack." Glancing back to Shinobi, he chuckles. "Nah, told him he could fuck himself. Now, I may not know you from Adam, and Miss Frost and I ain't seen eye to eye..." he rolls his eyes in thought, "okay, never. But Cain Marko's no rich man's errand boy." Shrugging his shoulders, Cain stands up straight, looking down at Shinobi. "Like I said, just figured you oughta know."
"If you turned him down with those exact words, you may be my new favourite person in the world," Shinobi laughs, his grin widening as he cranes his neck to peer up towards Cain. "I appreciate your telling me," he adds, sobering - but not too much. "Were you going to tell Emma this one, or should I pass it on?" After a brief pause, he added, "Or should I just keep it to myself?"
Cain shrugs. "To be honest, she was an afterthought. Your old man's got unfinshed business with you, and he's right pissed about it." Cain snorts, remembering the flustered state he'd caused Sebastian to fall into. "Don't think he's the type to come do his own dirty work - but you'd know. He the kind of guy who'd send someone here to get you?"
Shinobi tilts his head in thought, considering the question as he studies the end of his cigarette. "You know, I'm honestly not sure," he admits after due thought, blinking twice. "I'll definitely let Charles know, so he can pass it on to the various people working on security, just in case."
Cain nods in response. "The new guy coming on, seems like a class act. Knows his shit. You catch wind of Shaw Senior trying anything, even if it's just a rumor," he insists, "you pass it along. This place don't need any more grief brought on it than it's already got."
Shinobi bows his head slightly. "I definitely agree. Don't worry, I'll pass along anything that I hear, no matter how vague or unlikely it may sound at the time. I'd never willingly put this place and the people in it in danger if I could possibly avoid it."
"Fair enough." Cain declares, stepping off the porch. "I hear any more from him, you'll know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm burning daylight."
"I appreciate it," Shinobi repeats sincerely, regaining his smile as he looks after Cain. "Thank you. If you need any help with that," he says, waving towards the groundskeeper's work, "Just give a hollar."
While lunch was very high up on Shinobi's 'things to do' list.. he needed a smoke, first. The vague, general sense of annoyance after the evening previous was beginning to come back, and the best way to chase it off, he found, was nicotine. This has brought him out to the front porch, a hooded sweatshirt pulled on over his polo shirt and jeans as he leans against the wall next to the door, working on draining his cigarette down to the filter.
Cain looks up from the walkway where he has been replacing tiles cracked by the winter freeze. Spotting the young man lighting up his cigarette, he tucks his trowel into his belt, wipes his hands off on his jeans, and begins walking toward the porch. "Hey there," he calls out in a friendly voice. Shinobi has seemed to be one of the more polite folks around on the journal system, Cain thinks. No need to make this part any more difficult.
Blinking in surprise, Shinobi looks up at the call, shaking himself before offering Cain a smile as he straightens up. "Afternoon," he calls back, lifting a hand to offer a wave. "I was going to come find you once I finished this," he grins, gesturing with the cigarette as he plucks it from between his lips to hold it between his fingers. Cain, he likes alright - there's something to be said for blunt honesty. It's refreshing.
Cain nods, leaning against the post opposite Shinobi and gazing out at the last remaining patches of snow melting on the lawn. "Ain't no fancy way to put this," he begins, "so I'll come out and say it plain. You're Sebastian Shaw's boy, aren't you?"
It's refreshing, Shinobi. Just keep telling yourself that so you don't get annoyed. "Yes," he replies slowly, eyebrows melding with his hairline as he looks up (and up, and up) at Cain. "Haven't made much effort to hide it, but I understand how it could be missed. Isn't much of a familial resemblance - thankfully take after my mother, in that regard. What's brought it up?"
Cain takes a sideways glance at the boy -man, he corrects himself- sizing him up. Kid doesn't take much after his dad, maybe a bit around the... nope. Hm. "Just so you know, I came into a bit of money few months back," Cain doesn't feel all that comfortable discussing the trust fund, as is obvious by his reluctance to meet Shinobi's eyes. "Got some folks to help me invest it, and it just so happens that your old man took a bit of an interest in me coming out of nowhere and buyin' up a chunk of his stock."
"He does like to keep track of his assets," Shinobi muses quietly, regarding Cain curiously and noticing his reluctance - he's felt that way often enough himself - so he saves him the trouble and looks out towards the grounds, instead. "I'll assume, since you're telling me this, that he didn't win you over with his bullshit charming act?"
"Oh no," Cain replies quickly. "he was civil enough. Even invited me to some social shindig. Not my schtick, but hey, nice gesture. Decent enough guy." Cain thinks for a moment over his next words. "But I get a call from him the other night - and now that I think about it, just a few hours after you all bring Alex home." Watching Shinobi's face for any reaction, he continues. "Said he had a deal for me."
Shinobi doesn't look surprised, precisely, though his eyebrows do twitch back up towards his hairline. He "Ahh"s quietly, nodding slowly and pursing his lips in consideration before bringing his cigarette back up for another drag, shifting his weight to his other foot. "I was beginning to think he'd gone soft. What'd he offer?"
"Your stereotypical sack of money, I'm assuming." Cain chuckles, lacing his fingers behind his head and leaning against the post. "Seemed he'd been dealt a pretty big blow to his pride. And what he wanted was you and Miss Frost. Delivered to him, all nice and simple. Thought I was the guy for the job."
"He said his pride was hurt? Really?" Shinobi can't supress a distinctly pleased grin at this news, beaming to himself and supressing the urge to bounce on his toes. "Well, since Emma and I are still here, and how amused you seem about the sack of money he was likely offering, I'll assume you turned him down? Unless this is a sneaky way of shoving me into a big burlap sack, of course."
Cain makes a show of patting his pockets. "Shit, forgot my sack." Glancing back to Shinobi, he chuckles. "Nah, told him he could fuck himself. Now, I may not know you from Adam, and Miss Frost and I ain't seen eye to eye..." he rolls his eyes in thought, "okay, never. But Cain Marko's no rich man's errand boy." Shrugging his shoulders, Cain stands up straight, looking down at Shinobi. "Like I said, just figured you oughta know."
"If you turned him down with those exact words, you may be my new favourite person in the world," Shinobi laughs, his grin widening as he cranes his neck to peer up towards Cain. "I appreciate your telling me," he adds, sobering - but not too much. "Were you going to tell Emma this one, or should I pass it on?" After a brief pause, he added, "Or should I just keep it to myself?"
Cain shrugs. "To be honest, she was an afterthought. Your old man's got unfinshed business with you, and he's right pissed about it." Cain snorts, remembering the flustered state he'd caused Sebastian to fall into. "Don't think he's the type to come do his own dirty work - but you'd know. He the kind of guy who'd send someone here to get you?"
Shinobi tilts his head in thought, considering the question as he studies the end of his cigarette. "You know, I'm honestly not sure," he admits after due thought, blinking twice. "I'll definitely let Charles know, so he can pass it on to the various people working on security, just in case."
Cain nods in response. "The new guy coming on, seems like a class act. Knows his shit. You catch wind of Shaw Senior trying anything, even if it's just a rumor," he insists, "you pass it along. This place don't need any more grief brought on it than it's already got."
Shinobi bows his head slightly. "I definitely agree. Don't worry, I'll pass along anything that I hear, no matter how vague or unlikely it may sound at the time. I'd never willingly put this place and the people in it in danger if I could possibly avoid it."
"Fair enough." Cain declares, stepping off the porch. "I hear any more from him, you'll know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm burning daylight."
"I appreciate it," Shinobi repeats sincerely, regaining his smile as he looks after Cain. "Thank you. If you need any help with that," he says, waving towards the groundskeeper's work, "Just give a hollar."