Shigetoshi is hailed by another patron and Tatsuki's pleading eyes “fall on blind eyes” so to speak. He follows the young owner's movements for a few seconds before dropping his gaze back down to his meal with a deep sigh. One of the girls seems to think that he wants more attention because she shuffles to sit down right next to him. “What's the matter Tatsuki-kun? You sound like you're suffering from a broken heart or something.” She practically coos at him as the other girl her sister as he's gathered from listening to them talk. With his head still down he rolls his eyes so they can't see it before responding automatically.

“No. No broken heart, just an overworked spirit.” His voice reflects his words perfectly, sounding very much the aged being he is. The two girls almost seem to shiver, responding to the line far too strongly. Tatsuki surmises that their hubbys must not pay them enough attention. Being the most personal and honest thing he's said about himself thus far, the girls clamor for more about his burdened soul and what makes it so overworked. He gives them a few more overly poetic lines and watches as they seem to get completely taken in. After a few minutes he notices Shigetoshi diverting his attention in his direction and without another word he stands.

The girls object in rather whiny tones which grate on him a bit. Reaching up to scratch his ear with his free hand, he makes his way to the young innkeeper’s side. His lips curl up into a sincere smile as he reaches the boy. “Ohayou, Shigetoshi-san.” He murmurs. His eyes glide over the tables where a few of the guests have left their dishes. Gesturing to them with his free hand he says, “Allow me help you clean up.” He jerks his head slightly to indicate the girls now getting to their feet, their eyes still locked on Tatsuki's back and adds, “Please.” in a slightly pointed tone. Without waiting for a response he moves off towards one of the tables just as the girls get close enough to try and strike up a conversation again. He rolls his eyes openly while facing away from them as he hears dual sounds of disappointment from them.

As a shinigami, Tatsuki has very little opportunity in his existence to learn to relate to someone attracted to him. Before he became a shinigami he knows he had romantic relationships, but those memories are rather faded now. He was told early on after becoming what he is now that some emotions should be avoided to make the job easier. In the case of attraction he understands very well how it could cause problems. If one was to become involved with a target, the shinigami would be torn about taking the soul and may fail in their duties, or worse, fight to stop others from doing it for them. Tatsuki has become rather skilled over the years at avoiding situations that may elicit such feelings, however it bothers him to no end how some humans seem to become infatuated over something as simple as a pretty face.