[Matoba's eye disdainfully passes over the piles of trendy clothing and romance novels gifted him by the staff, ready to simply give a 'thanks but no thanks'. However, something catches it, and he stoops to draw up a silky black scarf, the sort that idols and aged rockstars would drape around their neck with a light cardigan.]
[He unfolds it, and then tries it, draped over the back of his head veil-like, and smiles as he folds it back in his hands and tucks it under his haori.]
This will do. [The smile turns onto Natori- knowing- as he turns for the door.] Until next time, Natori.
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[Matoba's eye disdainfully passes over the piles of trendy clothing and romance novels gifted him by the staff, ready to simply give a 'thanks but no thanks'. However, something catches it, and he stoops to draw up a silky black scarf, the sort that idols and aged rockstars would drape around their neck with a light cardigan.]
[He unfolds it, and then tries it, draped over the back of his head veil-like, and smiles as he folds it back in his hands and tucks it under his haori.]
This will do. [The smile turns onto Natori- knowing- as he turns for the door.] Until next time, Natori.