Kei managed to smile at Tomoya when he offered a him a cup of tea. He accepted it happily, though he said nothing. While Kei wasn't phasing in and out of reality yet, he did not believe that reality granted him the pleasure to savour tea for any period of time.

With his free hand, he slip his hand into his jacket, rummaging for one of the little things he brought along. His fingers prodded the little iron sheet he brought in, and a little self-satisfied grin appeared on his face. He concentrated a little of his mana in his fingers, and the effects of his affinity bulged out of his jacket. Still smiling, he removed a makeshift iron cup, shaped a little larger than the teacup (but otherwise shaped just like cup) and in perfect form to him to grasp onto. The teacup slid into Kei's little creation with a harmless cling, and Kei finally took a sip of the tea.

It wasn't takoyaki, but it was nice.

He was about to take another sip of the tea when he heard the unique sound of wooden sandals on wood. Kei could hardly believe what he saw. Another girl who looked like a cosplayer, considering that very few people carried a wooden sword with them in public. Kei only just lived for half a decade, but he already was thinking that the girl wasn't just born in the wrong decade, but in the wrong era. Then again, all his knowledge of Japanese history came from the video games Yukinaga used to play. He wanted to rub Hanako's hair as much as the little girl was happy to see this samurai maiden, but all he could do was watch. Like a puppy watching a piece of meat placed on its nose that it was trained not to touch.

All those thoughts were kept in his head, of course. Technically, they were called 'onna bugeisha', but that didn't roll off the tongue quite as quickly as samurai.

Next, there was the girl with pigtails that came in, holding some sort of video game device in her hands and a ridiculous story on her tongue. And out of her mouth came out even weirder suggestions for their current case, none of which Kei wished to go near. Not even the clown. Who was she, anyway?

The mere possibility of this strange girl being a magi sickened Kei. Either that, or it was his 'sickness' popping up again. The grubby, darkness of their little gathering spot would have barely illuminated the fact that light could find its way through Kei's body for that few seconds. He was glad that he was still holding onto the cup, though.