The building was hollow steel girder's at this stage. Kizai was somewhere on the third floor sitting amidst a beam and just eating himself a sand which was...somehow the most fun he had had in a while. The sun was setting but he didn't really care. today was one of them do-not-a-thing day's and escape the public eye.

But then he felt an eye on him... "My name's Kizai...who the fuck are you, and pleased to meet ya...*Munch, Munch*" He would say in a rather lethargic and tired sounding voice. His hair was let down in a mop of silver spikes today, brown contacts in, and dressed in his usual black robe like all the other Hyuuga. His feet had sandals on them and where swinging off the side of the girder he sat upon. He didn't even try to look where the person was...he just knew somehow they where spying him.

Tadashi would be meandering around the village that evening, not really having any idea where he was going. Mitsuru would be where he always was, which is by his master's side. As he was swaggering around, Tadashi would have his usual cocky grin on his face. He could be seen wearing his read headband, which held up his luscious blonde hair. He would also be wearing his usual open tan jacket, with a white tee underneath. He would also be wearing black jeans along with brown shoes.

As Tadashi and Mitsuru continued to walk around, they eventually found themselves somewhere they didn't exactly mean to go. The construction site. As Tadashi looked around, trying to find a way back to the main road, he saw a man sitting on one of the unfinished building's girders. This immediately filled Tadashi with sudden curiosity. Why was he sitting on a girder? Why was he alone? To rid of his curiosity, Tadashi decided to approach the man, Mitsuru behind him. When Tadashi neared the man, the man suddenly spoke with colorful language, although his back was to Tadashi.

"Well, hm... That's some strong language," Tadashi started, his grin never escaping his face, "Well, since you so politely asked, The name's Tadashi, and this is Mitsuru." He finished, motioning to Mitsuru, who was by his knee.

Looking side long while turning to spy the young golden clad kid Kizai would literally wrap his sand which up and smile warmly. The dark clothing he wore was off set by the white grey hair on his head and the vibrant eye's. "Well...An Inuzuka eh? Nice to meet ya...What bring's you to the constructory? If you don't mind me askin?"