"Rohan."
His voice cool to the ears, he would hope that his beckoning would reach the busied mangaka's ears. Hunger was not on the other's mind-- blood, he can easily hold off on for just a little while longer.
Reiji had allowed the other use of the work desk, and of course he would spend hours upon hours drawing like a sketch-crazed lunatic. Truth be told, that is exactly what Rohan Kishibe is. Crimsons settle on the other's busied form, one leg crossed over the other; Reiji himself is seated on the edge of his claimed mattress. Simply calling out to the other would not garner much of a response. Ah, he should have realized that long ago, hm?
Legs uncrossing, he rises from his original seat and carries himself to the very desk his companion (that term, arguably, is used loosely or at least Reiji tries to fool himself into believing such), a gloved hand resting on the other's shoulder. A gentle shake.
"I request of you to take a walk with me. Spending so much time indoors has grown dull, and quite frankly I would rather not traverse on my own in such a setting."