[ He never thought death would be so... bureaucratic.

If Banba had to die - which he was very sure he would much sooner than most people his age - he was hoping it would be interesting. Someone like him would not be going anywhere good, he supposed, but this is enough to put him to sleep. The sights are interesting, but his feelings are more annoyed than disturbed. Maybe it's because he expected hell. Maybe it's because there's an air of disappointment hanging over his head, knowing he's died before completing the one thing he was hoping to accomplish before dying.

Maybe because he won't see his friends again. Maybe because he knows he left Lin alone in that apartment.

Damn it.

He lets out a sigh and rubs the ticket he's 'earned' between his thumb and finger, tapping his foot on the floor. ]

D'ya think the line is our actual punishment and damnation here? Look at that thing...

[ Banba, for better or worse, has found himself gainfully employed. Or something. He's never liked working with organizations, though he's always had to walk alongside them in his line of work. You can't be what he is and not know the names of all the criminal factions in your city. Whether for PI work or assassin work... well...

He has never been good at navigating places that aren't Hakata. He is a Hakata boy, born and raised, and isn't much into traveling outside of the area. This place isn't unfamiliar in its layout and aesthetic, but it's confusing and he's lost all sight of where he's going.

Banba is a little old-fashioned and definitely stubborn, but once his dogs start barking, he's ready to throw in the towel of manly pride and approach someone who seems at least somewhat respectable. Respectable by his skewed measure, at least. ]

Any idea where the entertainment district is? I've totally lost track of my feet here.

Hey, hey, listen! I'm too old for this kinda thing. I graduated already. Seriously!

[ Banba doesn't particularly miss being a host and he certainly wouldn't volunteer for the work, so why is he getting roped into this again? He's got a uniform in his hands that brings up bad memories and his usually jolly face has turned frustrated.

He is definitely not in the mood for this and, well, he's IN hell already, right? He's dead, so he's not afraid to raise a fuss. He'd already been long past that fear in his own world.

So, instead of getting dressed, he has decided to fuss at the door, complaining loudly about not being fit for this kind of thing anymore and get back here and let me outta this place. This is his actual punishment in hell, isn't it? Back to this kind of thing? He's not about to accept it easily.

Perhaps calming him down so he doesn't get his ass in literal hot water might be best... unless that's your kind of thing. ]