Between his time spent in Akazaya prior to the Chuunin Exams and the ongoing work contract with Lord Ichi and by extension the rest of Kusagakure, it seemed like Sho spent pitifully little time in Kumo proper these days. Even when he did spend time in the Land of Lightning, it was almost all whilst doing missions and other work for the village, leaving him little social time to himself.
Though, all in all, this in itself wasn't a problem. Though Sho had coworkers and allies and companions, he didn't really have many "friends" in Kumo. Or, well, many friends in general to be honest. Now, don't get him wrong, he had people like Atagi, and whatever his relationship with Yusei was evolving into, but considering how much his nose was always on the grindstone, he didn't really have time to make friends.
Though, the more he thought about it, maybe that wasn't quite as transient a state as he made it sound. Truth was, he'd never really had many friends, even back in the Academy when he was a kid. Maybe he wasn't that likeable? Food for thought for later.
Either way, the end result was the same - Sho hadn't seen Rui for what felt like a very long time. Though, he hadn't seen anything in a very long time, considering the whole "blindness" thing. When Rui shot up to his "friend"'s window, he was able to see what lay inside and it was different than what he would have remembered.
Compared to the usually orderly and collected frenzy that was Sho's typical mental state, it looked like a bomb had hit the room. Books that should be neatly organized on the bookshelves were littered across the floor or propped open on the desk, one among many that seemed to cover every available inch of the place. The bed was unmade, duvet resting in an enormous propped up collection that looked more like an enormous but blank body-pillow, and the sheets looked like they hadn't been changed in a while. It looked, in other words, like it was long in need of TLC.
Sho, for his part, looked about as much like a human avatar of his room as it was possible to look. His hair was a mess, a pair of thick-rimmed black glasses sat on the edge of his nose, a pair that Rui would notably have never seen before. Though Rui hadn't seen him since his promotion to Chuunin, he was not actually wearing his kumo flak jacket right now and instead was wearing a simple t-shirt and slacks combo, something alarmingly informal even in the confines of his own room. This was a man who had worn a lab-coat to their last evening out, which must have been... oh god, nearly a year ago now, just after Sho had joined the Shinobi Corps again in the first place.
As Rui shot up to stand on the balcony, peering in like a particularly unsubtle voyeur, Sho would react to the man without even looking up.
"You know, Rui, I sent you a letter so we could set up something official. You know, like drinks or something? Though I expect you and formal plans still go together like lighter fluid and dropped cigarette butts. Nice to see your tail still likes me though." The man didn't even look up from the book he was studying, making it hard to tell he was able to react to something he wasn't even looking at... though, if one was particularly quiet, one could hear Rui's tail cutting through the air like the fan of a motorboat.
"What's up, buttercup? You need something from me or is this a social call?"