How humiliating was this?

It was worse enough that he had to call Yumi for help... she had to go and pick up the phone like this. He almost wished she had ignored him. Let him rot, right? He grit his teeth, sucking in a breath. It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with humiliation before. Some might even argue he had a thing for it.

So, really, he should just get this over with.

"Uhhh no I can't... I can't corviknight taxi my way out of this." Maybe he could just give her the address and let her figure it out on the way. At least then he could be saved from what had to be the most excruciating preach of his life.

"I'm in prison??? Help, please."

He held the phone away from his ear to make distance between him and the well-timed screech on the other end. "Okay, well not prison exactly. It's grimy and everyone smells like piss and I don't like it." There used to be benefits to his name. He could simply name himself and no cop would dare arrest him no matter how stupid his actions might have been. Then again, he never truly got off scot-free. Prison might have been a kindness in comparison to what his father used to call him or how much nagging he was about to get from Yumi.

Sen laughed, "Oh it was silly really. A big misunderstanding, really. I mean it." Even as he said it, he grimaced. It was over-played. He needed to work on his acting skills, but it had been awhile since he'd done anything quite like this. No one believed him anyways.

"It was just a little miscommunication. I wouldn't even call it a fight or anything. A... skirmish.. that's the word." Drunk and disorderly, resisting arrest, public indecency. That wasn't so bad right? Barely a misdemeanor. "Slate city, lower district I guess."

Over his shoulder, he spied the other guy who was completely at fault for all of this and gave him a kind little birdy. Said angry little man started shouting at him from the holding cell.

"Anyways..." The line was dead. "She hung up on me... rude."

Sen looked back to the officer and then to the holding cell. "Shit, I don't have to go back in there do I?"

The timing could not have been better, which was so annoyingly like Yumi Hasegawa . She was perfect. Every second of every day, scraping him up like a piece of shit on the bottom of her immaculate heels. It wasn't like he was complaining, considering he was two seconds from a black eye. Everyone would agree that a pretty face like his didn't deserve that.

The fluorescents flickered, reminding him of the hangover still pulsing behind his eyes.

Sen thumbed the sunglasses over his eyes after they were promptly returned to him, along with the empty billfold and his watch. "I'm still hungover, can we keep the judgment to a low. It's really negatively affecting my mental state." He was full of shit, of course. "You should try it though, Yu, live a little. You're always so serious."

Admittedly, he was a little suspicious of how easy this had turned out. No consequences? That happened to be exactly how he liked it, which was never how it turned out. "I'm lucky to have you, dear sweet cousin." Might as well kiss ass while he was ahead. "This traumatic experience has made me hungry."

"That may be right, but not about this. You could really benefit from fucking up, just a little bit... I mean I would benefit greatly too, but that's besides the point." He snorted, knowing he would never be lucky enough to witness it if that ever happened. Yumi kept her shit on lockdown. It was no surprise that when he fucked up, his father would tell him to be more like her. Of course, it had a great way of breeding disdain rather than likeness. He had somewhat defrosted a little on any ill-feelings.

It helped that unfortunately he owed his entire livelihood to his cousin and she wasn't about to let him forget that. His failure was allowing it to happen and being too much of a fuck up to change it.

The walk was a little grueling, to be honest, but he made it a point not to complain.

"So let me get this straight... that old bag gets let out of jail after fifty years and you look at me with that expression after fifteen minutes in detention? I'm feeling unfairly judged." Humor had often been a way of skirting uncomfortable topics. He didn't know this lady so it didn't frankly matter to him. It wasn't like he was gonna go calling her granny or anything.

"So have you met her? Does she have like prison tattoos or something? That'd be dope."

"I'm sure the person she killed would think... differently." Not that he was a beacon of morality. Quite the opposite. Sure, his crimes circled around cyber-theft and not putting on enough clothes in public, but did that really make him all that better? Probably not. Still had never killed anyone, yet. That wasn't worth adding, of course.

Despite that, he still shrugged. "Granny sounds badass then." Sen cringed at that though, she wanted to meet him? "That sounds like a bad idea, considering I generally provoke normal people to consider murder, let alone an actual murderer."

He ordered the item with the most amount of chili peppers to indicate the heat level and nursed his head of its residual hangover. "So I guess I can't like call out. 'Sorry Granny Shanks, I've got an appointment'. Although... maybe someone will finally appreciate my shining police record." Not likely.

"Menacing, but I know how to hide when I don't want to be found." That wasn't necessarily the point he was going for. Mostly, he didn't actually care. If the old bags wanted to seek him out, she was welcome to bust her old knees trying. There was humor in that. In reality, he didn't mix well with old blood, especially from their family.

The only thing he did well was start fires and never put them out. If anything, granny shanks would end up murdering him for the insult of irritating her. Could he risk that? As their food was set down, he decided he'd rather eat than answer her question.

Sen offered her a grated look through a mouthful of noodles. "Yeah because that is totally out of the realm of possibility with our family." He gave a one armed shrug, "Fine, send the crone my way and I'll try to be cordial."