[center][h1][color=FFA07A]Momotaro[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Streets of Fusang, Headed Towards A Park, Sino-Japanese Quarter[/i][/center]

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The Japanese heroic spirit merely gave a light 'shrug', as the modern world so termed it, before giving a soft smile to Charlotte. At least she was thinking of things to do while out here, that was good! Yes, a good start to better habits overall to accompany the girl's studiousness. Or perhaps his hopes were getting a tad high at the moment. Frankly, though, he didn't much care either way. Progress was progress. 

[color=FFA07A]"I was hoping to get you to at least sit upon a bench and get some fresh air. That and walking back home if nothing else,"[/color] Momotaro said, giving a soft but polite chuckle before continuing, [color=FFA07A]"Of course, if you would wish to eat or shop about some first I would be happy to follow."[/color]

However, if she had tried to run back to her hidey hole in an instant he felt he might have summoned Monkey to grab her. A rash decision that would have been, but in the end he was merely concerned with Charlotte's health. Good habits nourished the mind! Such was the wisdom of his own human parents, in an age where the oni had been at the top of the food chain before he came along. That and her seeming inclination, at least to his eyes somewhat, to seemingly treat a 'Servant' as a 'servant' more than the powerful 'could kill someone if they get pissed off heroic spirit' familiars they were. Ah. She did have him there for her, at least, too help with any mess and 'problem people' or their servants. One thing at a time, however, just one thing at a time to try to help foster her growth. 

[color=FFA07A]"...Can almost smell those Tamafries from here...,"[/color] the Rider-class servant quietly mumbled under his breath to himself, attempting to be subtle about it at least.