You see, that’s exactly why Largoes stuck around with Aiko so much. When she’s trying to get through to someone, it’s like she puts the nail on your head herself, and then proceeds to mercilessly pound on it to make sure it stays. He always has things to say or speculate on, but unless he’s out in the field, he ends up too worried over how to say it, that he trips over his own words. The otter chuckles a bit, grinning and rubbing the back of his head. “Ah, gee… Y-you’re making it sound like I’m useless, Aiko!” He laughs, the volume behind his voice feeling a little more emboldened. “Just hearing you chew someone [i]else[/i] out is enough to get me feeling bad again, here..” Largoes smirks. The Guardian’s stance turned from a flustered and uneven footing, to having a surprisingly adept and confident air about him. He doesn’t have to worry too much over what Kosuke thought of him, and that bolstered his spirits. 

“Well,” Largoes starts with a huff, looking over the Samurai over. Even a glance would tell anyone that his gear alone, checks out. “..You look like you’ve gotten a lot done by yourself. I mean, you don’t get to level 68 with an attitude like yours, without fighting for it. –B-believe me, I’d know.” He adds, speaking up. He grabs at his scarf with one hand for added moral support, nodding. He just had to recover from Aiko’s rather joke from earlier, it seems. He’s found his voice, again. “..The only question left to ask, I guess, is whether you have post-Apocalypse combat experience. Seeing as how you haven’t ventured out alone, despite being so jumpy about groups, well…” He notes out loud. “Crimson Blade or not, no bard will sing your name over the Shadow Dancer’s and Justicar’s if you can’t keep up with them! It’s only been a short while since the Apocalypse, but we’ve seen our share of trouble, already…” The otter grins a bit, hoisting his Sunset hammer off from his back. The orange veins pulse as if in response to his touch, the large hammer lifted seemingly effortlessly by him. The Guardian holds the great weapon over behind his shoulder, beaming a toothy grin. “We're wanderers of a sort, so we'll figure out where we're going soon enough. --Whadda ‘ya say we bring you up to speed, first?”

There were a few spots he wanted to check out, and they were all a fair distance away from Akihabara. There would be more than enough time to get acquainted with how the Samurai fights. Perhaps the other way around, too. He starts planning a route, and before long, becomes drawn to his thoughts, putting a hand to his face with a pensive look on his face. "...Maybe, if... Hm, that way? Or..." He mumbles choppily, suddenly having zoned out for the moment.