The shinigami makes his way through the inn to his room, closing the door softly behind him. A small wave of depression rushes over him and with a groan he falls on to his futon and buries his face in the plush pillow. [i]'Has it really been so long since I was human? Did I not have normal relationships in my life. Have I lost all my abilities to interact normally with human beings without relying on my powers, or have I simply come across a man so hard to read that my skills at such go practically to waste?'[/i] A low groan issues once more from his lips and he bangs the back of his head lightly but sharply with his knuckles.

“I can not really be so clueless.” He murmurs into the pillow. “I spend all my days with humans, and even if I use my power, I am still looking at them. I have learned expressions just fine, it just that. . .” His head turns to the side, a look of concentration on his face. “It is that he purposefully has made himself hard to read, as his profession dictates. . .” Sitting up slowly Tatsuki goes over all their interactions and begins wondering at all the times the young man did not seem guarded, then wonders if he was guarded in those moments, just not as much. “It seems such a waste to hide your emotions away like that. . .”

He sits in quiet contemplation for several minute before the feeling of new souls approaching catches his attention. His stomach drops as he recognizes one of them as the soul he is here to guide, but he brushes the feeling aside swiftly. [i]'I still have several days, and it is my job after all'[/i] Standing slowly he makes his way over to the window and throws it open. In the distance he can see a group of five approaching and he narrows his eyes to see them better. [i]'For males and a female, all of mid twenties, most likely of English decent. . .'[/i] He huffs lightly, his eyes sliding over his target one last time before closing the window with a soft thump.

Having nothing better to do he decides to check out the members of the group ins slightly closer quarters and slips out of his room. With unhurried steps he makes his way to the entrance area, pausing at the edge of the hallway as he spots Shigetoshi, the focus of most of his late musings, standing behind the desk at the ready. Staying to the shadow just around the corner he waits patiently. [i]'Someone must have warned him of the group's approach. I doubt he actually spends much time in that position. . .'[/i] Moments later the door opens and the slightly loud group walks in, laughing at something or another. 

They all kind of quiet down when one of the male's shushes the rest and approaches the front desk. It is immediately evident that his Japanese is spotty at best and Tatsuki steps out of the shadows, watching the exchange openly now. He feels the urge to offer his services as a translator, the young man's Japaneses bordering on infantile, but he waits silently, resisting the urge. However he does stay within sight, should Shigetoshi get the idea on his own to ask the well traveled man if he would aid him in understanding the confusing young man.