Guest should have known better than to mess with him. Everyone at that bar that night told her not to but that wolfish grin ruined any logic going through her head. It's been three months since the last time her baby daddy has shown up to do anything remotely fatherly for their baby. Getting him to even pick up the phone was like pulling teeth. Funny enough, it was her first weekend off in a long time without the baby attached to her by the hip. She sent them to send the weekend at her parents. This Dumbass. He pulls up in a beater with a heater Honda and bumped the door close with his hip before walking with his hands in his pockets up to his baby mama like he didn't dip for a quarter of the year. His short messy black locks sticking to the sides of his face with the probable lack of AC in his car and the unforgiving summer heat in Japan. A lit cigarette hung from between his lips. His tight black shirt taunt against his pecs and abs as he slides one hand out of his pocket to hand to her a crumbled up 10,000 yen bill. "Here. For whatever the hell you need or whatever for the uh, trouble. "Where's the little bastard?" Toji's scarred lip curled into a slight frown, his grey eyes narrowing at the woman. He takes a drag of smoke as he is seemingly searching for the infant.