Soujirou studied Saitou a moment, putting the tea-stained cloth on the table before he nodded his head, not even trying to hide the childish enthusiasm that sprang up at the prospect of going out. "I think I'd like to go out then… since you'll keep me company and the police wont hassle me if you're with me.You can act like a guide and show me all of the nice places to go!"
He'd abandoned the small table and the tea sitting there cooling rapidy, busy searching through his pack for something, ignoring the random belongings where they fell as he dug to the bottom of the bag, only stopping when he pulled out a pair of clean white tabi. Being an indifferent housekeeper, he left most of his things scattered around the corner the bag had been in, pulling the socks on eagerly and straightning the pleats in his pants as if were going to meet someone important. He might be years older than he'd been when they'd first met, but he still had exuberance about him that was breaking through the shell of lonliness he'd had..
As he and Saitou headed down the stairs, he stopped and glanced up at Saitou behind him, smile touching his lips. "I've only ever called one man Master… I've yet to find another to devote myself to. I don't think I'm easy." He folded his arms behind him and continued down the stairs, a light bounce to his steps.
He and Saitou left the tavern, stepping out into the lamp lit and crowded street. He glanced up at Saitou, arms still folded lightly behind his back. "Kyoto's your home. Where would you suggest we start, Saitou-san?"
He'd abandoned the small table and the tea sitting there cooling rapidy, busy searching through his pack for something, ignoring the random belongings where they fell as he dug to the bottom of the bag, only stopping when he pulled out a pair of clean white tabi. Being an indifferent housekeeper, he left most of his things scattered around the corner the bag had been in, pulling the socks on eagerly and straightning the pleats in his pants as if were going to meet someone important. He might be years older than he'd been when they'd first met, but he still had exuberance about him that was breaking through the shell of lonliness he'd had..
As he and Saitou headed down the stairs, he stopped and glanced up at Saitou behind him, smile touching his lips. "I've only ever called one man Master… I've yet to find another to devote myself to. I don't think I'm easy." He folded his arms behind him and continued down the stairs, a light bounce to his steps.
He and Saitou left the tavern, stepping out into the lamp lit and crowded street. He glanced up at Saitou, arms still folded lightly behind his back. "Kyoto's your home. Where would you suggest we start, Saitou-san?"