[ Zuko's just on time, but pauses just before reaching their meeting point, collecting his thoughts, taking deep breaths, a very quick bout of meditation as he approaches. This is a nerve-wracking situation. There's no telling Zuko hasn't walked into a trap, himself, and that's not lost on him. His familiar is with him, but the dragon is small, the size of a ferret or so, and zips ahead of him energetically, curiously climbing random rocks and trees and stumps they pass by. It keeps its distance from the firebender, preferring to explore on its own while its master goes about his business, clearly not concerned, but the dragon is near, and remains visible, even stops and stares at the group unnervingly from afar every now and again as they go on.
Zuko, too, keeps his distance from the mafiosos, not wanting to appear threatening, and also not wanting to be in arms' reach, himself. He locks eyes with Gokudera as he stops before them, gaze steely, but slowly turns his gaze to Tsuna and Yamamoto. He's inwardly rather relieved to see Yamamoto on sight, which is a conflicting feeling, knowing he can't trust him, either. His gaze ultimately falls to Tsuna. He's the boss. He's the one he should be addressing. He wants to make sure he does it respectfully. He's worn plain clothes, the same black jeans that got torn up in his fight with Gokudera, and a deep maroon sweater pulled over a grey collared shirt, thinking he'll seem more relatable in their style clothes than his Fire Nation clothes he'd been sent with. He even bought the sweater just for the occasion with the very little money he had. He's taking this quite more seriously than they even know, wanting to make a good impression, knowing the ice is very thin — especially since Azula's attack. When he's kept Tsuna's gaze for a beat, he bows an unusual bow, speaking in a raspy but even, willfully calm tone as he does. It is not how he feels inside. But he's gotta handle this right. He can't not. ]
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Zuko, too, keeps his distance from the mafiosos, not wanting to appear threatening, and also not wanting to be in arms' reach, himself. He locks eyes with Gokudera as he stops before them, gaze steely, but slowly turns his gaze to Tsuna and Yamamoto. He's inwardly rather relieved to see Yamamoto on sight, which is a conflicting feeling, knowing he can't trust him, either. His gaze ultimately falls to Tsuna. He's the boss. He's the one he should be addressing. He wants to make sure he does it respectfully. He's worn plain clothes, the same black jeans that got torn up in his fight with Gokudera, and a deep maroon sweater pulled over a grey collared shirt, thinking he'll seem more relatable in their style clothes than his Fire Nation clothes he'd been sent with. He even bought the sweater just for the occasion with the very little money he had. He's taking this quite more seriously than they even know, wanting to make a good impression, knowing the ice is very thin — especially since Azula's attack. When he's kept Tsuna's gaze for a beat, he bows an unusual bow, speaking in a raspy but even, willfully calm tone as he does. It is not how he feels inside. But he's gotta handle this right. He can't not. ]
Thank you for meeting with me.