Because I just bought you a sandwich. [Like that'd actually make Takasugi nicer. Not that it really bothered him that he wasn't, rather, the reason why he enjoyed the others' company more than he'd admit--

Well.

He gives the other a half-smirk, shrugging his shoulders. Perhaps this wasn't home, or the place he lay his things to rest, but somehow it still felt like a home of sorts all the same.]

She's a dragon, you know. Unlike most dragons I see in films, she breathes cold ice. Not fire. [Then again, she was a goddess in tune with people. Who knew what she was thinking. He certainly didn't try.
He follows the samurai out into that usual room, moving to sit down in his usual spot, dropping down the heavy bag he's carrying with a low 'thud'.]

Remind me to never lug around so many books again, criminy...