"It's fall." He replied, looking at the waitresses serving food to the table near them, now that they'd stopped gossiping. His expression was blank while he lowered his eyes to his mug, watching the liquid quiver a bit. "It'll be winter soon enough…. I spent last winter in Hokkaido and almost froze to death. I'd rather not do that again."
Saitou had narrowed his eyes at him, and he felt awkward under the yellow gaze. With his sword in his lap he didn't have any excuse to still be sitting here anymore. But he didn't have anywhere else in particular to go, so he made no move to leave. He'd have to pay for the tea anyway, so he may as well finish it.
In truth, even if he didn't have anyone to admit it to, talking with someone was a bit nice. He'd never stayed anywhere long enough to develop more than casual acquaintances. Whatever Shishio and the others had been, He'd had friends among them… closeness that no longer existed in his life and he found himself craving desperately. Saitou knew who he was, knew about the past, and he didn't have to explain anything. How long had it been since he'd been able to talk to someone about something besides the weather, or where to find a clean room and bath? How long had it been since someone knew he was a wanted murderer whose master had been killed by ghosts from the past.
He quietly took a sip of his tea.
"I guess it's a bit stupid." He said suddenly, breaking the silence, and smiling, almost laughing. "Coming to your city to hide from the cold, not thinking I'm supposed to be hiding from the law … Well… I never was very good at thinking ahead about things like that." He laughed.
"who is this person I keep being comparred to in whispers?"
Saitou had narrowed his eyes at him, and he felt awkward under the yellow gaze. With his sword in his lap he didn't have any excuse to still be sitting here anymore. But he didn't have anywhere else in particular to go, so he made no move to leave. He'd have to pay for the tea anyway, so he may as well finish it.
In truth, even if he didn't have anyone to admit it to, talking with someone was a bit nice. He'd never stayed anywhere long enough to develop more than casual acquaintances. Whatever Shishio and the others had been, He'd had friends among them… closeness that no longer existed in his life and he found himself craving desperately. Saitou knew who he was, knew about the past, and he didn't have to explain anything. How long had it been since he'd been able to talk to someone about something besides the weather, or where to find a clean room and bath? How long had it been since someone knew he was a wanted murderer whose master had been killed by ghosts from the past.
He quietly took a sip of his tea.
"I guess it's a bit stupid." He said suddenly, breaking the silence, and smiling, almost laughing. "Coming to your city to hide from the cold, not thinking I'm supposed to be hiding from the law … Well… I never was very good at thinking ahead about things like that." He laughed.
"who is this person I keep being comparred to in whispers?"