Dog Days Are Over[Hana, Koga]

"Let's see..."

Koga stroked his chin in contemplative silence, pondering any information she might find interesting. Truth be told, he genuinely didn't know what else would be pertinent or entertaining to a girl like her, but he never was one to hide behind a mountain of falsehoods and lies. No, he preferred being honest and direct about his origins. If she found that distasteful? Well, it wasn't meant to be. After all, he prided himself on being the genuine article with stuff like this. He wasn't going to stray from that to impress anyone no matter who they were.

"If it wasn't obvious before, I was born in the Zaraki district. My mother was the former leader of a ragtag group of bandits known as the Stray Dogs. As you can imagine, we engaged in what any group like that gets into. Eventually, I grew tired of that life though, and decided on enlisting in the academy and making a name for myself - to turn a new leaf and explore what else this place has to offer outside of crime and violence. Honestly... that's where I discovered how much I enjoy learning something new and applying it to combat... and even my everyday life. The mind can be a powerful thing if you pay attention and pick up the right tools, and I'm pretty damn grateful my time in Shino taught me that.'

Hana was clearly listening and taking mental notes of what he was saying, but something was bothering her. He never asked about her at all. The date felt very one-sided in the getting to know each other category, and she was beginning to feel more uncomfortable. She started glancing around, bouncing her leg, and wishing for something to change or for this to be over. It was disappointing.

“Well, that’s good,” Hana said and looked over to the waiter. Thank the heavens! Their food was finally set at their table. Hana’s smile brightened again as she started trying what she ordered. She took it slow, wanting to really enjoy the flavor, and also trying to think of something else to ask since he didn’t seem to interested in her. “Um, so… these Stray Dogs. Were they a gang of criminals?”

The question was blunt and maybe a little too obvious, but she wasn't sure what else to grasp at. Maybe accusing him of being a bad guy would spark something.