The door to Kusuri-uri's office opened and the pharmacist gave a polite half bow as he greeted Ed and held the door open so she could enter.
"Hello Edward," he said in an even tone with a steady pacing that gave it little warmth but remained polite. "Please do come in. I apologize for the mess. I am still moving in, as it were."
While he had called the slight disorder of his office a mess, there really wasn't any save for the standard desk and chair shoved against the wall next to the door. The furniture sat as if waiting to be removed. And based on the rest of the room, it most likely was.
His personal chambers were an explosion of color and tasteful, cultural art. Brightly painted shogi screens and Kimono on display hiding the boring walls while a large and cumbersome old apothecary drawer stood happily beside his dark faux-wood filing cabinets. On display at the top of the apothecary cabinet was a short katana. Made to never be drawn, it was longer than a tanto, but shorter than a wakazashi. The saya and hilt carved in the image of a smiling face with long white hair and a bell trailing off the end.
Where the desk would normally be sat an antique Japanese dinner table with a glass top that protected a hand-carved festival scene inset into the frame. Only a foot and a half off the plush gray carpet, one obviously had to sit on their knees to use it properly. His laptop and phone and other large office supplies (printer excluded) were neatly arranged over its surface so the majority of the scene beneath was viewable. Cushions in loud colors and patterns and heavy brocade that would be garish if brought together anywhere else lay around the table for those who visited to utilize them and become comfortable.
Along the wall to the left of the door was a low set of drawers over which the kimono hung. The printer and tea set rested on this and the tea pot was already steaming. The smell of freshly brewed Earl Grey filtering through the air.
Kusuri-uri gestured to the table in the middle of the room before closing the door behind his guest and moving to serve the tea.