[ It's best not to talk about it... his secret policy remains, and suddenly Sasara and Rei are, despite everything, on the same page again. He's shrugged off Rosho's questions, maybe even refined the practice over the last few weeks. It's not not like Rei to be off on his own after all. Sasara has continued working at the Roost too. The differences are subtle. If it were another way, though, trying to get into contact with the old man wouldn't be left to Rosho alone, for one.

Getting together with Shinjuku's host made for a change of pace, but Sasara can't say he hasn't been thinking about Rei, and yet pretended that his absence doesn't bother him or make him wonder.

Teh—! He can hear chittering in the kitchen. If it was him with the animal magic, there'd be a big fight of Sasara and that regrettably nimble pipe fox bickering even more often! Like this, he's left to knock the contents of his creative mess around, pushing pens and "thumbing" through magazines with half a mind.

That little punk of a familiar...! He oughta ask Rosho what it said again. ]

Eh? Already!? [ Comfortable scrolling through his phone, any online services available here. ] Ya said a while longer! [ It doesn't dawn on Sasara that those things are just said to keep him out of the kitchen, or at least that he ended up so preoccupied. He gets up even through his complaints, though. ]

Aahhh... [ And stretches, but it ain't like he can go about setting up without making noise. ] Seriously, Rosho, ya don't think it's easier to order in?

[ Not that his partner can't cook! Living a bachelor life of luxury back in Osaka, Sasara's kitchen probably hasn't been used more than a handful of times. ] You're off at work all day, then getting home to make dinner...!

[ Don't worry, don't worry—! He's still setting the table meanwhile. ]