Just before walking out, he set out some money for his own bill, along with a generous tip. He wasn’t really concerned with counting out how much he left on the table, nor did it particularly matter, considering his usual salary. He was much more focused on going somewhere more private for he and Noé to talk, and his first thought was his home.
Normally, he wouldn’t invite someone he’d only just met into his home so easily, but most people he interacted with tended to have rather dubious records, at the very least. He’d had years of experience dealing people who were trouble, and Noé genuinely didn’t seem like the type. Even if that proved to be wrong—well, Chuuya was plenty dangerous himself.
Once outside the café, he gestured to the right and began to walk. “Come on; it’s this way. We’re going to my place, and we can talk more once we get there. It’s not in the metropolitan part of Yokohama, so it’s a bit of a walk. I can call a car though, if you want.”
Keeping up was a bit more difficult at first. Even the first few steps outside were still so fascinating. Nothing in Paris or even the boat over here had prepared him for a city like this. The flashing lights and colors, order and chaos all in one, even the port itself had been a marvel to him.
The sudden bellow of a ship offshore catching his attention. He could almost see them, the ships moving about like they had when his own arrived. The beauty of the sunlight on the ocean. Thoughts drifting almost causing him to wander towards it, moth to flame.
That way? Right! He was following his new friend. Pivot about face on balls of feet to look off in the direction indicated.
“Euh, that’s alright! I can take us Monsieur Nakahara no need to waste money on a coach!”
A mind made up, a determination of immense proportion that he believed without asking that action should come first. So... around slim waist and under arm one arm went. Pulling his companion close in the same moment and breath as he lept upwards into the air.
“Just show me which way as we go!”
The cafe’s overhang, a protruding ledge, bounding with clearly unnatural or inhuman ability towards the very canopy of the city. Nothing but childish enjoyment at this method on his face. It wasn’t until he was beginning to leap along at a more horizontal fashion that he even glanced at his friend and his reactions.
