With a nod Tatsuki murmurs a “Thank you.” before following the young man down the hall. The smell coming off the hot springs is strong, but not strong enough to completely mask the smell of the varnish on the wooden walls, or the scents carried on the faint breeze that floats in through a slightly cracked open window. Once they reach his room Tatsuki looks Shigetoshi once more in the eye and murmurs, “Good night, Shigetoshi-san. Sweet dreams.” With that he slides the door to his room open behind his back and stops into the room smoothly, closing the door after him. A faint yawn makes it's way past his lips and he raises a hand to cover his moth as he turns to look at the room.

His ears follow the Inn owner's footsteps as he walks away and his eyes trail over the room taking in it's beauty. A large comfy futon is folded up along the left wall with a soft pillow and thick blanket set atop it. On the wall itself is a elaborate scene from some battle long ago outlined in sakura blossoms and branches. The window on the wall opposite is a classic sliding design with a circle pattern in it and black cross bars. A small dresser sits against the right hand wall, made of dark woods and the bottom part painted a tactful bright red to match the rest of the room.

Stretching he turns dresser atop which lay the promise kimono, folded neatly with the obi draped across it. Setting his socks and shoes down next to the dresser he lays a hand gently on the soft fabric and feels a little jolt as his mind is flooded with old memories. He bites a lip, dripping his hand to his side. “I really need sleep I think.” He says to the silent room. Shucking off his clothing he drops it all in a heap by the dresser and lays out the futon and settles atop it, wrapping himself in the blanket tightly. The soft pillow quickly does it's work and his mind slows to a crawl. In no time, he passes into the world of dreams. 

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The next morning Tatsuki wakes to the sound of birds at his window, and sunbeams trailing across his covers. Rolling over a few times he eventually convinces himself to get out out of the warm little bundle he'd rolled himself into. Standing he makes his way to the window, and after cracking it open an inch to check that no one is there, throws it open to let the chilly morning air shock him completely awake. “Ah, nothing like a frosty breeze to get the blood pumping!” He declares softy to himself, then shuts the window tight. After donning his Kimono, taking a few extra minutes than necessary because he needed to recall how to tie the obi, he makes his way out of the room and towards the smell of food. [i]'Smells like breakfast is still on'[/i] He hums softly at the smell of fried rice and eggs. 

Upon entering the community eating area, he swiftly locates the food and makes a beeline for it. He does his best to ignore the stares he's getting from the rest of the patrons, the females especially. He can feel hole boring into his back as he scoops up a serving and makes his way to a corner of the room. He tries to scout the room for his target, who is defiantly there, but almost as soon as he sits down a few of the other patron some over and try to strike up a conversation with him. He eats slowly, replying only when necessary and always with short answers. After a few minutes he spots Shigetoshi walk into the room and casts a faint smile followed by a pleading glance in his direction.