He wasn't.. precisely running late. After all, he was getting there in fairly good time. Maybe he wasn't quite as punctual as some people, but then, he was an artist, and he no longer belonged to Seimei, so he supposed he could be excused. In his usual girls' jeans, a dark, button-up shirt, and a long, fitted leather jacket, he was neat and stylish. His hair, left loose, hung about his face, a few fine strands trailing across his cheek and over the lenses of his glasses; it was also partially covering the bandages around his throat. --He was smoking, too, and a hand pulled the cigarette from his mouth as he finally saw Scout.
With an even, pleasant smile, he lifted his free hand to wave, smoke trailing from his mouth as he dropped the butt of the cigarette and ground it out beneath his heel.
"Scout-san." His tone, like his smile, was pleasant and gentle, and just as practiced. "How nice to meet you in person. Is it proper to say Happy New Year's early?"