He taps the end of his pen against the leather-bound notebook he's holding--(it's a fountain pen, because of course it is)--and then he quickly folds the book over and pockets it, as well as the pen. His hand then moves to rest on the handle of a katana that rests at his side--unhidden, its laquer-coated sheathe glinting in the bright light of the day as he turns towards her.
"...I can accompany you. While I do not plan on doing much conversing myself, it will likely be far more beneficial for me to be there to listen in on any talks you may have instead of getting it second-hand, Miss Fujimaru."
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He taps the end of his pen against the leather-bound notebook he's holding--(it's a fountain pen, because of course it is)--and then he quickly folds the book over and pockets it, as well as the pen.
His hand then moves to rest on the handle of a katana that rests at his side--unhidden, its laquer-coated sheathe glinting in the bright light of the day as he turns towards her.
"...I can accompany you. While I do not plan on doing much conversing myself, it will likely be far more beneficial for me to be there to listen in on any talks you may have instead of getting it second-hand, Miss Fujimaru."
Awknowledged.