Daske glared at The so called Ninja and shook his head. "Kids these days...honestly...no respect for thier elders...not that I'm that old....twenty one is quiet young..." Daske picked up a near by lizard and chucked it at the ninja. It land on his shoulder and freaked out crawling into the ninja's shirt.
"We're not lovers!" He objected blushing of embarassment. "I'm a married man!" He informed the ninja.
Suddenly Idou walked in and blinked a few times. "What's going on master Daske? I haven't been able to find Master Mosuke anywhere. Is here here too? And who this crazy looking guy? The janitor?" Idou blinked at the Ninja. He tilted his head and looked up at him.
"Naw he's a ninja...of somekind." Daske stopped paying attention a while ago and was more persistant in bathing himself, not Mosuke like the ninja suggested...but himself and that was it.
"Oh...so you like know like karate and judo and stuff? What good is hiding from your enemies and killing them unfairly. How's that honorable?" Idou questioned.
"It's not..." Daske interjected.