[ Uncle? Kim raises a brow at that, but otherwise doesn't comment; he supposes it's a cultural thing. He's heard that other cultures tend to call elders uncle and auntie, and... well, after fifteen years of juvie, he supposes it beats what the young ones usually call him. Besides, this kid seems like a well-behaved enough sort. He moves on. ]

Oh? That's a happy coincidence. I've been assigned to Sutoku as well -- though I've yet to hear much about what that entails, Tengu or otherwise.

[ Finally having smoked his cigarette down to the nub, he lifts one leg to put it out on the sole of his boot. The situation still isn't great, but he feels that he's regained some of his equilibrium now that a soothing amount of nicotine has entered his system. ]

Would you like to come with me to report for duty?

[ You'll watch my back, I'll watch yours, he means. They may have just met, but he already feels more allegiance to this kid than he does his ostensible bosses; they're just two people swept into something bigger than themselves, with no reason not to look out for each other. It might be a good start. ]