"An idol, huh?" Shikaji mused, pondering how Junko might look, dressed up in various outfits, singing songs on a big stage. "I think you could do it," he complimented, reaching into his pocket to produce a small pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Nimbly retrieving one of the rolled pieces of tobacco, Shikaji returned the pack to his pocket, lit the cigarette, and then returned the lighter to his pocket as well. Bringing the cigarette to his lips, Shikaji took a long drag, wisps of smoke rising in the air, before the tokubetsu jounin lowered the cigarette, tapping it a few times to break the ashes into an ashtray that sat onto the nearby table. Reclining his head back to look at the ceiling, Shikaji exhaled, letting a trail of smoke drift through the air. Adjusting his head back to look at Junko again, Shikaji lackadaisically shrugged his shoulders. "If you just want to dance instead, that's fine too. I mainly just want to watch you do something you enjoy," he admitted, bringing the cigarette back to his lips for another puff, his ringed eyes very careful observing his wife, as if she might start dancing at any moment.
Life's a balance, you can feel it in your soul,
Time's a challenge, you can't be in control,
I will manage to bring peace to the world,
And I, will turn your heart into gold.