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However he was wrong. Tohru tilted his head faintly, watching him a bit and inquiring almost innocently "What are you doing?" which could have been laced with venom that the Gehaka didn't yet sense. It wasnt as if idling around with large baskets in the middle of a large street busy with people was very common. Actually, Tohru liked the way the Gehaka looked. It wasn't that he'd ever admit it- not many Haka would. But, being a bit of lower class, he did like to look at handsome Gehaka.

It probably didn't help that his mother was a scribe, and he also would be a scribe some day, but for now he was a tutor in writing and reading, for Gehaka who's owners allowed them or needed them to learn. He had the afternoon off however, purchasing supplies for the shop.

Oh, this was not good. He swallowed hard, his ears drooping as realization dawned on him. Now he remembered. Of course, it was wrong. He wondered for a moment why he thought it hadn't been wrong. It was that recklessness in him that did it, he was always so eager for anything exciting to happen he had blatantly forgotten his manners. He had another feeling that it was going to be a very deadly mistake.

He could pick out the that tinge of venom in his words. He had long since learned to detect it from his mother and her friends, being a riley little Gehaka since birth. Of course, that wasn't as funny as it sounded, his parent's were very serious and lashing every now and then that kept him from wreaking havoc in the shop or anywhere, for that matter. He gulped and dropped his head just a bit lower, the grin on his face sharpening.

"M-me, sir?"

As another Gehaka appeared, Hachiro found a reason to look at him, shifting the heavy basket in his arms. "Ah...yes, I may need help getting this other basket to my mother's shop..." He spoke quietly, keeping his head bowed while the Haka continued to watch them both. The other didn't seem nearly as intimidated as he was--but hadn't his mother told him that one must be quiet and meek in the presance of a Haka?

As the Haka himself spoke, Hachiro lowered his head a bit more, fixing his eyes politely on the other's sandals. He wasn't sure who the man was adressing, but he would answer anyway, to not keep him waiting. Forcing the knot out of his throat, the Gehaka quietly said, "I had been sent to retrieve silk worms for my mother's shop. One of the baskets has cracked and I do not wish to spill the contents inside." With that, he remained silent, waiting to be dismissed or whatever else the Haka might think of doing to him.

"Absolutely, sir," he murmured.

Capek nodded, moving carefully to the display shelves. He took down a cup of each set, pausing long enough to spread them out across his mother's countertop. He gave the set up a last glance before moving his attention back to the Haka; or, his full attention anyway. he'd been keeping the young man in the corner of his eye as he moved about the shop. 'Relax,' he said, as if it was something Capek could really control. He'd been taught since he was young to respect Haka, and more specifically to hover over any customer that entered the shop.

"Here are the current sets, sir. The four on the left are made and painted by my mother Sato Chisai." With a practiced motion, Capek lifted the cup, indicating the brand in the center of the cup's base. "The other two are made by Sato's apprenctices. All of the sets are made and fired here in the shop."

A practiced speech.

(Actually, I'd prefer you called him Shizuka because there's another Tsukiko... just a note to avoid confusion... heart )

Shizuka looked up quickly, a noodle dangling from his lip and froze. He stood quickly, half tripping over himself and knocking over his whole bowl of noodles. With his lunch gone, and his tranquility disturbed, he knew nothing else to do but stand aside and cower. Not accustomed to being spoken to, he didn't say a word, but merely watched what the other Gehaka would do next, the childish innocence in his eyes was clear as day.

((You got it))

Kei paused, blinking at the other's frantic reaction and arching a brow at the spilt lunch. What a waste. He stepped closer to the tree, almost ignoring Shizuka until he could touch the trunk of the tree.

"Sitting up here... you look like you're hiding from someone. Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone you're here if you're hiding from a Haka. Though, I suggest sitting in the tree next time." He nodded. That said, the bat-like creature sunk his nails into the bark and gave one great flap of his wings. This propelled him up the tree, until he could latch onto the desired branch and make a grab at the nest. "Hey, help me out, will ya? I'm gonna pass these eggs down to you so I won't break them coming down."

((Yurp, Kei. Kei Kudaku~ ))

"Careful." He urged, slipping an egg into the awaiting hands. He had used his legs to hook around the branch and hold him still while he plucked eggs from the nest. Then he'd hung upside down, passing eggs down to his helper.

"Haven't met a Haka?" Kei implored, smirking. "Well, good for you. You just keep hiding around here and you probably never will." He offered two more eggs to Shizuka.