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Given the fact that he had a fair deal less clothing to remove, it took Amikai a sight longer to get himself to the bath, taking his time to carefully fold everything, turning out his pockets to make sure that what little he'd stashed in them wouldn't fall out on accident. He tucked his sandals under the folded clothes, wrapped the towel around his waist, tied up his hair and padded quietly out to the communal bath.

Considering his age and the number of jobs he'd probably seen, the older Gehaka wore very few scars. There were a handful of old lines across his shins, bright and white against his dark skin, and a smattering of nicks and other old marks that spoke clearly of Amikai's life of working, predominantly, odd jobs and manual labor. With an amiable sigh, breathing in the steam that moved off the bath, Amikai stepped down into the bath a respectable distance from Tensa. Once submerged in the almost scorching hot water, he let his head fall back gently against the edge of the bath and waited for the hot water to draw the ache out of his shoulders; he wasn't used to being stooped over a workbench all day. In some way the work was far easier than most things he'd done, but in others... Absently, Amikai rolled his left shoulder, working out the tension knot and glancing briefly sideways at Tensa.

Where he caught sight of just a hint of that patterning which wrapped it's way gracefully across the younger Haka's skin. Amikai looked quickly away, let himself sink further into the water until his chin hovered anxiously over the surface of the water.

Amikai wings moved absently through the water, the fine ligaments stretched out through the heat as his body twisted just so, so that he could still sit close to the wall of the bath without catching his wings uncomfortably between himself and the stone of the bath's siding. "Certainly better than going straight home," he agreed amiably enough as his gaze flicked purposefully up toward the ceiling.

Stretching suddenly, Amika rolled his center of gravity forward and struck out across the width of the bath. An old habit, to wander when he was anxious - so much so that perhaps he didn't even realize he was doing it. It ran in the same vein as that habit the Gehaka had of keeping his hands busy; had to be moving, had to be doing something, almost as a distraction for either himself or those around him. "Your work is interesting," he said at length. "You'll have to teach me how to read your clocks properly." He had an idea of how they worked, certainly, but not any real knowledge when it came to determining the exact time of day. Amikai tended to gauge his days in 'morning, afternoon, evening' and, perhaps if he was feeling particularly clever 'mid-morning' and so forth; that was probably as sophisticated as Amikai ever got with telling time.

The older Gehaka looked back at Tensa honestly, features closed off and walled up, but looking back at the other Hanze nonetheless. Given Amikai's tendency to avoid eye contact in general - let his eyes wander, his face turn away -, it was something at least; perhaps not what Tensa was hoping to find in the Gehaka's countenance, but something.

"I would gladly assist you with anything you wish to learn."

Oh, but that sent him looking away again. Amikai's pink tinted ears flicked sharply and, looking like he was shifting awkwardly in his own skin, the older male let his attention wander and skid aross the surface of the water until he found himself examining the siding of the pool convienantly opposite from Tensa himself. Amikai drifted further in that general direction, wingspan working unconsciously back and forth in soft paddling motions which kicked up the water this way and that.

"I wouldn't mind learning how to make those music boxes," Amikai remarked quietly as he reached the opposite side of the bath, hooking his elbows over the edge, resting his chin on his folded arms. He tipped his head faintly so he didn't give the impression that he was talking over the wall; even so, he was definitely avoiding general eye contact by essentially using the edge of the bath and his positioning to talk over his shoulder at Tensa. If he flushed a little it was certainly because of the heat of the bath water rather than because of any awkwardness.