[He beams a little, nodding.] I'd like that, Reira. Just... nothing restricting. [He thinks to the black yukata, and his hands move to his waist out of reflex. Such a tight sash...]
[At first he just watches her get comfortable, a warm smile on his face, but then he realizes he was staring. When he tore his gaze away he found himself looking at the same picture. He had noticed it before, but didn't think anything of it at the time. That wasn't someone on the poster.] Is that a friend of yours from home?