Sadly, for the pro hero the only thing greeting her would be an empty office. The so called "Prince of the Forum" was nowhere to be found. She would be left to wander the studio for five...ten...fifteen...

The door slammed open about twenty minutes later. A figure made his way inside in a rather...peculiar outfit. He dropped a bag by the side, the skin tight rubbery wetsuit squeaking lightly as he moved about. The bunny looked like he had just come out of a pool and that was exactly what happened. "Oh, you're here." The bunny stated with a slight english accent on an otherwise perfectly fluent japanese, slightly surprised but not so much. He did not seem to mind the fact that he wasn't quite wearing the proper things one would expect at a business call. "Usually, people like you are late by at least thirthy minutes or more. You like to dawdle around showing off, as if common courtesy and etiquette doesn't apply to the saviours of humanity." He would comment, matter of fact, as he squeaked his way past her and drop on his large chair. He leaned back and settled the wetsuit's integrated tabi boots on the desk. "I would have changed, but since you're here..." Ryo said with a smirk. "My my... you're a big one huh? Sit down would ya. I'm gonna get a sore neck having to look up this high".

Truth be told, he wouldn't have really changed his clothes. He enjoyed teasing people. He had a liking for making people that measure of uncomfortable that made it really hard to tell lies. Not that he couldn't spot lies, but truth is much better served to other people without him having to paraphrase for them. Besides. His wetsuit was quite comfortable, much more so than shirt and tie.

The bunny's ears twitched slightly as he tuned in on the sound of her heartbeat. Another advantage of being born a herbivore in a world of tigers, wolves and well... foxes. He opened a drawer absent-minded and grabbed notebook and pen. Despite his rather weird getup he wasn't totally unprepared.

"So. According to mythology, the more tails the more a kitsune is powerful. I count... five, which would put you just a little over half what a perfect yokai would be. And yet... you seem to be quite famous and your quirk is incredibly highly rated on the government HQPS. No major legal problem that I can see, yet you remain unaffiliated with any hero agency and are still operating on your lonesome. Funny thing that, there's a psychological study saying that solo heroes are 54% more likely to go rogue." Ryo began reading some of his note he had on the fox. "So, Miss Skald Orion, I assume you're here because you require a Handler after all?" He asked. His tone was more of rethorical, but he was already working his magic. He was chipping away at her defenses and getting under her skin. Wouldn't be long before the real fun would begin.