As Junko hurried inside Seiji did indeed wander over to pick a table. Small and round, it sat in the corner, framed by wrought iron railings on two sides. Kuro was laying on the ground beneath the ghost's chair, leash tied securely to the rail beside them. He was slouched down in this chair, ankles crossed, with his hands folded over his stomach and attention directed towards the sidewalk and the creeple that were walking past.
He turned back to look up at her as she returned, and the corners of his lips twitched up in a quick smile. "Sounds good."
Now came the potentially awkward part. Small talk while they waited for a server to come attend to them. For a moment the ghost was quiet, gaze lowered to the table top, then he glanced up up again. "So how's business been?" That was a nice safe topic, right?
