Tatsumi slumped into the blacksmith, complete distraught after being brought down to earth by his bun which didn't taste very good. The glum look on his face said it all. "My beautiful bread. It was supposed to be delicious... but instead it tasted like cardboard." He sobbed to himself. However, he didn't need to make any purchases whilst he was here. The durability of his equipment was fine, and he had already purchased his silversmith earlier. Tatsumi was pretty innocent, so he didn't read people's feelings that well. He turned his attention to Yui, who seemed a little hesitant with him. He thought to himself, coming up with perfect solution. He rushed next to her placing one hand on the top of her hair, and the other one onto her shoulder. "Go with the sweeper, you're small, and fast. You'll make the extra money back in no time eh?" He ruffled her hair before standing back up to full height, and stepping back, arms folded. Although he had clearly made it worse, he genuinely believed he was being friendly, and was proud of his social success.
