you can lay all blame with Castle for the lateness of this post and also Jeremy Renner's arse which you are already aware of Bex 
| Kazuhira |
a life without parole
The art of tactical espionage had its benefits; sneaking around like a badass was definitely one of them. However, one thing that was definitely not counted among the benefits was hiding inside a sweltering soft-topped truck throughout one of the warmest days of the year so far.
To say that the air inside was stale would be doing the very air itself not a jot of justice.. To say it was ripe would be to belittle the very stench itself. To say that Boss hadn't spent most of the day pricking any exposed part of Kaz's skin with her claw-tips in a desperate attempt to both amuse herself and fully communicate the extent of how annoyed she was that she'd had to spend a whole day hiding inside a smelly truck.
At first he'd smiled at her with soft fondness, and then she'd drawn blood in a particularly petty ten minutes and that smile had turned slightly less fond and a lot more strained.
His binoculars were sweating against his skin, and his eyes were beginning to feel the strain of watching the proceedings, but something was finally happening after so long and Kaz couldn't bring himself to care about the discomfort. His eyes were almost literally glued to the binoculars as Plasma dealt with hecklers, and then, without warning, his vision was obscured as someone clambered into the truck.
It was a girl. She didn't notice him at first, which was to be expected, considering he was camouflaged under a tarpaulin, only the binoculars poking out of the front. But then a muffled shout came from behind him, and Kaz accepted that it might be time to introduce himself.
He turned over with all the skill of someone used to turning over rapidly from a horizontal position, being careful not to disturb the covering on the front of the lorry. He lifted his head to look at her, appearing for all the world as if he was lounging on a chaise longue.
“Hey,” he said, calm as if he did this sort of thing every day. “What's a nice girl like you doing in a disgusting lorry like this?” He grinned casually, lending a harmless nature to his words. “And with an Audino, no less. Interesting-”
He kept his voice pitched low so as to not attract attention, but then, the noises now coming from outside seemed like they would be enough of a distraction away from their humble hiding place that extra voices wouldn't be an issue at all. He would have turned back to check it out if it wasn't exceptionally rude, and besides, the charming-looking girl was glaring at him somewhat enthusiastically.
“You're not here to take my Pokémon away, are you?”
Kaz raised an eyebrow. He ducked his head, feeling Boss' claws on his chin like a particularly efficient razor. He picked her up and proffered her to the girl – it would have been a sign of peace and friendship, if it wasn't for Boss bristling her shell until it rattled alarmingly.
“You'll have to excuse Boss, she's just testy because we've been in here all day-” He smiled with all the calm acceptance of someone who knows he's going to get a sharp jab to the - oh yeah, there it was – throat.
Boss crabbed her way down his arm and settled in her usual place on his shoulder, peering at the girl every now and again as if to make sure that she wasn't going to do something untoward with Kazuhira.
“What's your name then?” He jerked his thumb behind them, gesturing at the commotion outside. It had apparently got a lot more like a full on Pokémon battle since he'd last looked, which was interesting. “I suppose you've got something to do with that gym-”
a/n: as mentioned in his signup, Kazuhira has a bad habit of leaving potent silences at the end of his sentences. This is how I will be denoting them-