Kei's twitching face betrayed his inability to keep his disgust under wraps, but it seemed like the feeling was not mutual yet. Toshiko treated him with basic politeness, a little courtesy that was mostly lost on him.

"Yes, Ando-san," he replied curtly.

Then, there were others. The strange purple-haired woman dressed up like a kunoichi was the first to complain about the cigarette smell, though her boisterous manner left a negative impression in Kei's mind. How did someone who dressed up like an anime convention cosplayer (Yukinaga once brought him to convention.) considered for a job here? Then again, a familiar wouldn't be the first choice for any [i]normal[/i] job.

The young man who spoke with a grace and dignity of those decades older made Kei feel a tinge more positive, even as he was loathe to admit any positivity in the foul-smelling run-down detective agency. Kei wanted a cup of tea too, but speaking out wasn't his forte. And he was definitely sure that the office didn't have iron cups for him to hold. He could possibly convert a few utensils into a makeshift cup, but his employer would probably flip her lid. Still, there was one thing that irked Kei about the butler. This man didn't feel like a human. He didn't smell like a human. He looked like a human, but so did Kei.

The young girl softened his hard, guarded expression even more, something he didn't notice and would outright protest if noted out loud by anyone else. She was probably older than him technically, but she was... adorable. There was her cherubic face. The giant black rabbit plushie she held. And her brown long hair. All the familiar could do was hold himself back from adoring the little girl's angelic cuteness, though the little innocent smile on his face made his attitude towards her and Jun quite clear.

And then there was the cat. Kei didn't hate cats, but there was something off about this one. Something he couldn't put his finger on. Kei kept a schedule of feeding a local stray cat, and he made some observations of feline behaviour. Enough to smell something fishy about this cat, other than the fishy breath it had.

Kei took a seat on a wooden chair. Toshiko mentioned something about a new case. He hoped that it was something minor. The allure of curling back up in bed in the afternoon dominated the rest of his waking thoughts.