Entering the facility, Shichiro looked around to what seems like a mess. Clothing, paint colors, racks of clothing all flung or laying around. This led him to wondering if this place had been hit by an indoor typhoon or something as he's never seen a mess like this before. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he sincerely hoped the job for today wasn't cleaning up this mess or he'd be livid and may even outright decline the request. before he jumped to conclusions, he figured he'd find Fernando to see if this was a crime scene first and he was needed to track them down and tail them, he was good at that sort of thing. Entering further into the store, he decided to go and find that backroom where the dresses were made and a small stage for modelling was being kept. Entering it, the girls he had originally recruited were bickering. Three of them were at least. One of them was quietly rubbing her right bicep as if she were shy or guilty of something. Looking over to the left, Shichiro spotted Fernando there cradling his right arm with his left, resting his elbow onto the palm of his hand. Walking over towards him, Shichiro wondered what the deal was and why the girls' he had recruited at an early point in time were fighting. Fernando slowly looked towards Shichiro and told that was his job for today as he didn't feel like dealing with this and even though he was smiling like his usual demeanor, Shichiro could feel a rather large malice filled rage at the fact his shop had been tarnished and this made Shichiro decide it was time to start his task immediately. He's never felt bloodlust like that before and now he was getting the feel Fernando might have been some sort of powerful adventurer he knew nothing about.
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