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Kirus stood too, following Haku and standing the opposite side of the bar to him, smoothing hair and clothes as he did so.
"To be honest, any bed that doesnt move up and down in an insufferable manner would be perfect." he smiled genuinely. He had been too long at sea, and was still damp from the rain, all he wanted was a warm, stable bed.

"mmm that sounds devine" he almost purred, his smirk a little on the playful side, but it faded as fast as it appeared, and was replaced with the gentlemanly smile of the thankful. "To look out of a window and not see endless water...heaven" he went on. Then paused, serious for a moment "I'm afraid I've no local currency as of yet, but I have gold; or perhaps I could pay you in kind somehow..." he offered, thinking that he could offer Haku a new kitchen boy if he needed- on his way back from collecting his 'goods'.

Kirus nodded in thanks, and followed Haku through the bar and up the stairs, casting eyes around at the local decor. It wasnt as extravagant as he was used to; but it was something exotic and homely. At that moment he just wanted to sleep, his day seeming to have stretched forever, and his limbs aching with dampness and strain.

Kirus nodded back in thanks, entering the room, stepping through the strange paper door and wondering for a moment or two where the bed was. He shook his head, he should have realised. He walked over to the window and cast out a gaze. At least the rain had stopped.
A moment or two more and he was stripping his shirt over his head. He scratched his chest, tan lines taken over sea visible between his pecs and yawned, sitting on the low rolled out mattress and pulling off his boots, before lying down. He was comfortable enough, more than he would have thought so, and after a few moments shifting; was in a deep sleep.

Kirus awoke with the sun, finding himself lost for a moment as orange-red flooded the room he did not recognise. He came to himself quickly enough, hand raising to shield his blinking eyes from the light. He sat up and scratched his hair, then smoothed his shirt- he was badly in need of a wash, and to return to his ship for more clothes soon enough.
He rose, pushing himself gracefully from the floor, knees bending, back arching. He neglected putting his boots on, and slid back the thin door to his room. There must be a wash room somewhere, he decided.
Looking around, it seemed that the floor he was on was fully roomed, all the doors being identical to the one he had just used. Perhaps he would start downstairs.
He walked softly down the staircase, flesh of his feet padding softly as he moved.

((we've been asked to keep our posts to a paragraph minimum. Trying to build up to more literate standards- apart from in guilty pleasures, which is more light hearted 3nodding ))

Kirus smiled and nodded at Haku, who looked like he had been up for a good while. He wasn't sure whether early rising was typical to the country, to Haku, or whether the other just couldnt sleep. He wasnt going to ask, they were not so well acquainted as that as yet.

Kirus did note, despite the dis-familiarity, Haku's slender frame, his build strong- stronger than his, or than any he had seen in a good while. He supposed life was a little more fast-paced, or hard-working in this part of the world, especially compared to his own aristocratic background. He raised a singular eyebrow in appreciation, but said nothing- such things were simply not done.
"Good morning my humble host" he smiled.

"I feel every grain of salt in the ocean has embedded itself into my skin. Have you a washroom?" he asked

((hehe no worries, I was guilty of the same razz *slaps own wrist* will not become lazy with roleplay!!!))

Kirus smiled in thanks to his host. Everything here seemed to be so organised, and he was more than looking forward to being clean. The wind of the sea had left him whipped and raw, and his hair held the must of rain and already of the spice and fish scent that hung so pungent in the air of the town.
He took the towel, soap and slippers from Haku, wondering for a moment what the slippers were for.
The sailors of his ship had all been of lower class than he, and held little want for bathing- being of such aristocracy himself, he was used to frequent hot water and privacy. This whole scene was strange to him.
He had followed Haku into a long room. There were baths, which he recognised, and bucket and pulley systems that he didnt. He assumed they worked like waterfalls, washing over you.

He dropped the slippers to the floor and slipped them on before stepping into the tiled room. He couldnt help but let his eyes wander a little over Hauku's form as he tipped water over himself, sluicing over his skin, the expanse a shade Kirus was not used to, but admired greatly.

He shook his head a little to himself before putting towel and slippers to one side as he stripped with no shame. He used the soap to lather himself thoroughly, before pulling the string at the side, the water hit him in a wash of cold. He jumped a little but made no sound, shaking his head out as he was soaked from head to toe.

Takashi was sipping his saki slowly. He hadn't enough to buy another cup and he wanted it to last. When Takashi finished he paid and left. He wondered through the streets searching for a quick way to make money. As he walked he figured he could go to the gambling house but realized he hadn't enough to make a decent bet. Takashi wondered into an inn and sat down. His logic told him that inns always needed more workers. He removed his rice patty hat with a massive scarred hand and waited for the owner of the shop to come.