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As the Haka wandered away, Kei glanced to the Gehaka behind the counter and motioned. In the meantime, he flicked his wings free of water and watched Reizo's guided path. He was probably just as wet as Shinji, but he wouldn't be for long with the coming of the towels that the other Gehaka had brought to him at the door. One of them was unceremoniously set on the small sill used for potted plants or signs, and Kei seemed to be pretending as if he had not done so at all- either Shinji would use it or he wouldn't. The other he ran quickly through his hair, against his chest, then around his legs. After this, he could trust himself to step inside without dripping too much if any.

The shelf Reizo had wandered to stocked various paintbrushes, all lined up by size and quality. Further down, there would be things like charcoal and smudge tools for those who drew. Behind Reizo, covering the majority of the wall, would be the colors. The ink was bottled up in slightly wider jars, ranging through almost all the monochromes. The paints were much more thin, like the vile in which Kei had scooped in the sand. The quality was indeed odd, but only because there weren't much more like them. The imports that were there were clearly different from the large collection of colors that had been stalked up.

Kei stood near the door, watching in case the other should need his assistance in anything. He was going to give Reizo his space to wander until then. The Haka didn't need to be followed everywhere, did he?

"Hai, Akimatsu-sama." Kei bowed his head slightly, removing himself from the wall. "Please, pick whichever colors you'd like. Be sure to shake them well before you use them for their full effect." If they weren't shaken, the chemicals inside that kept everything preserved wouldn't be able to thin out the paint.

Kei slid easily through the stocked shelves, picking a cheaper sheaf of parchment from a pile and both detail and blender brush from the line of brushes. It was just a demonstration, nothing to fuss over. The supplies were set on the front table and, after hearing the demand for demonstration, the other Gehaka had fetched a cup full of water to sit next to the brushes. Kei wasn't at all worried about the paint- most of it he'd ended up making himself and he'd made sure it was all smooth and good before he put it on the shelves. The other Gehaka here were experienced in making it too, the only difference between them and himself being he was the one who actually brought in all the color. Unless he left notes on where he'd found a certain color- he kept records of it, the oddity.

"Whenever you're ready, it's right here." Kei kept his eye out, though, curious as to what colors Reizo might pick out.

The...purple? Well, it certainly was a royal color... He'd found it in a fruit, if memory served him correctly. The juice was very easy to transform into a paint compared to things such as sand and flower petals. When he was complimented, Kei gave a small, acknowledging bow of the head, as well as a "Thank you," because Reizo wasn't looking.

The Gehaka beside him kept passing him subtle nudges as Reizo went to look at the other colors. Was it true? An Akimatsu in their shop? Kei ignored this for a moment, then gave a small, curt nod. Yes, now leave me the ******** alone... The silence hung as the Haka studied the other colors, though the Gehaka behind the counter was fingering his addicus(sp) nervously beneath the table. The Haka seemed to need privacy at the moment, and that was what he'd receive. The looks between the Gehaka were the same- the Haka owner was going to throw a fit just because another Haka had chosen to walk in, but buying something meant good things for the both of them.

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It wasn't high at the moment because there was no real supply and demand for it yet. As soon as more started leaving the shop, they would raise the price somewhat. There was also the fact to consider that the paints were not much larger than a thick film canister, but Reizo wasn't planning on splashing it all randomly on canvas, was he? There was enough to pour out and blend and enough to paint with unless it was the featured color. It'd probably last for Reizo's umbrella painting and then perhaps a bit more, depending on how many umbrellas he painted that color. The size of the canister was probably that way so there'd be no clutter when it was out and it'd be easy to store it away. That was why Kei could carry so many in his pocket.

When the gaze was turned to his wrists, Kei was none the wiser, for he didn't dare take a peek up at Reizo's face at this point. Normally when one offered to come back, he chose the bare minimum and simply nodded. However... "We would be honored to have you grace this shop with your presence once more." Not 'I', of course, because people would surely think things... But that was pretty much what it meant. He wouldn't mind this Haka coming around again. Next to him, the other Gehaka nodded his head unknowingly, though it was a bit odd for Kei to pass a customer much more than a grunt of acknowledgment.

At the request, Kei almost faltered, worrying his lower lip with his teeth for a moment before he gave a side-long glance at his fellow Gehaka. The Gehaka was waiting for a signal from Kei, on whether he should inform Reizo that Kei was very much needed at the shop. A tanned ear twitched, if only slightly, and the Gehaka looked even more befuddled than before. He shrugged though, making a clear gesture that he had had the shop under control before, and that he could do without Kei just as he had before. The coins were scooped up by the Gehaka and inserted into a purse behind the counter.

"Of course, Akimatsu-sama. I'll accompany you to wherever you'd like me to." Kei straitened and smoothly stepped along-side Reizo, offering a dry arm this time. To the gallery? He'd be able to see the actual inside? Outside, the weather had cleared up for the most part. The shower had moved on, though there were still puddles here and there.

Kei quietly watched the umbrella be passed on, then turned his eyes back to the shop ahead. The gallery, right? If there was any other shop, he'd be embarrassed. Then again, if they were going the wrong way Reizo would say something, right? Using this slim bit of reasoning, the Gehaka reassured himself in walking down the line of little shops until he found the path that he thought led to the gallery.

He could feel Reizo's eyes on him and respectfully kept his averted, pretending to be absorbed in watching out for puddles. He'd provide for conversation, but it'd have to be Reizo who started the subject. Gehaka weren't supposed to speak unless spoken to first, and then when he answered he could go on and add what else he thought he needed or really wanted to say. So there was a small silence, in which Kei awaited some sort of opening.