Kenshin and Stefan
The cold bothered vampires little, and, as such, Kenshin was dressed in the traditional, dark blue yukata that Sayuri-dono seemed to prefer so. His long, red hair fell down his back in its typical ponytail, tailed at the base of his neck. He had excused himself from her presence, of course keeping within earshot as a proper bodyguard would, being very mysterious in his reasoning as he aimed to purchase some kind of trinket or necklace that might suit his mistress. The sights and sounds would've surprised him, but he'd passed through enough towns and cities over the whole world to have seen hundreds of them.
Without a somewhat wide-eyed and curious gaze that did nothing suggest that he happened be 3000 some years old, the vampire observed the jewelry and trinkets with curiosity. As a warrior-turned-wander, he had no idea the sort of decorative jewelry Sayuri-dono might like. The shopkeepers seemed to say everything was a fine choice, but even Kenshin could tell a desperate attempt at a sale when he heard one. He blinked, a small "Oro?" passing his lips.