[b][color=662d91][h3]K E N J I    T A K E D A[/h3][/color][/b][sub]Below deck: (In a quiet corner)[/sub]
Interacting with: [@Adeline] Genevieve 

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Privacy was a rare and fleeting (if not impossible) thing to find onboard a pirate ship, and Kenji's little corner was by no means private, but he had managed to carve out a small modicum of solitude in it. Two wooden walls, a barrel, a crate, a column of hammocks. While far from concealment, it at least offered a slight perimeter.

His moments of meditation had become accepted amongst the crew, even if not understood. It had taken grit and determination, enduring every mocking question and witty remark, (and the not so witty) to get here.

He had just about found a deeper level of focus, pushing aside the outside world, quietening the commotion above and the creaking footsteps that pass him by. Ignoring the beads of sweat that ran down his brow and back, when.
'Hello' The soft unsure feminine call pierced his attention, but not nearly as much as the silence that followed it. There was no one left to respond, no one but him. It would be an impolite selfishness to ignore it. 

With a controlled exhale he open his eyes, resigned to defeat. Before gracefully standing he reach out and pinch the smouldering embers of the incense stick between finger and thumb, extinguishing it as it let off its final huff of scented smoke.
Like the match sticks, they were are rare commodity aboard the ship. 

[color=662d91][i]"Greetings."[/i][/color] He reply warmly, breaking the silence as he emerge from the shadows, hands clasped behind his back as he offer a polite nod. He spoke softly but surely, only a slight inflection of his father's tongue on his words. His pace was thoughtful. Green eyes quickly examined her, she had that lost searching look about her. Educated. Out of place. He had seen the doctor in passing but a formal introduction had yet to take place. Busy as they all were.

[color=662d91]"I am Kenji Takeda. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, can I help you?"[/color]
'[i]You don't show manners for the worlds sake, but to remember you are not the world.[/i]'
His father's lessons always echoing in the deep recesses of his mind.