Summary
It was a soft seat that he was sitting on, Mikuni was thinking, feeling perfectly at ease in one of the leather seat of a Financial District prived taxi. It was good for sure, even if he would like to be in more of a 'driver' position. Even if he should, to be able to get what he had to. (Translation, some Masa'XMikuni but mostly reflection, Rating T because I'm such a paranoid...)