It was almost as if Hibiki knew that Akito would notice that. He was smiling a little shamelessly, as would someone who got caught with their hand in a cookie jar and simply took another cookie for good measure.

"Well, I really should get back to my act," he said, slipping his hand away in a lazy way, fingers ticking Akito's palm in the process, in such a way that there was leeway for Akito to think it was unintentional. "Buuut since you were my rapt audience today, I think I owe you a present," he said, reaching into his pocket and taking out some money, roughly about the prize of the meal, which he left before them. "Come on," he encouraged, padding along towards a stall.

They were selling masks. Old-fashioned, lacquered masks of all sorts, a good few fit for just the everyday crowd of the Scarlet Road, but a few were good for Kabuki. Curiously enough, the man selling them was hidden behind so many of them that you could barely see his arms reaching out. You could TRY to look at his face but... well, there's better things to pay attention to, and your mind would immediately invite you to turn your eye to them.

"Pick one."