"I am always mindful of my behavior," Seimei huffed softly, pursing his lips briefly only to have them kissed again, forcing him to soften his expression, helpless to the boy's silent demands. Oh, how he had missed it, his actions and expressions truly mattering. Hundreds of years, all the waiting and pain erased in a moment of reunion.

"Quieter? Of course, I'm sure the--" he paused, blinking slowly before clucking his tongue softly and turning away, dark eyes glittering with complicated emotion. It was real - all of it. He had a home he was proud of, a makeshift family, a love. A life. The simple intimacy of letting his hair down.

"The only place I can think of is the establishment the others like to go to. They have private rooms where they like to drink and sing and be absurd. A club...it's open this early, and tends to be very empty before certain times closer to the evening. We could go there...it shouldn't be that noisy right now. I...have an apartment," he barely grated out, humiliated by the circumstances he'd had to endure to pretend at mortality. He despised the tiny flat almost as much as he despised the years that passed by.