Genma spit, rinsed, spit again, turned off the tap, and wiped his freshly-shaven face on a hand towel. "Ready," he agreed with a grin, straightening up and giving his hair one last go over with a comb. It was all but dry now, and lying sleek and shiny thanks to the conditioner. He grabbed his wallet off his dresser and shoved it into a hip pocket.

Raidou looked pretty typical, swimming in baggy-fit clothes, such an odd contrast to their skin-tight mission gear. But comfort was comfort, and the loose-hipped swing to Raidou's walk when he was in civvies said more than enough about which clothing he preferred.

Sandals were the last thing. Genma slipped his feet into the pair of regulation black ones at the door. In uniform or out a ninja wanted shoes he could safely race across rooftops in, and ANBU footwear was definitely some of the best.

"So," Genma said, holding the door open for Raidou to step through, setting a few traps and seals as they shut it behind them. "Where are we going for dinner?"