Either he'd been on the second floor, or there was some continuation of the stairwell somewhere, and Okita wasn't entirely sure which. He hadn't met anyone when he reached the bottom, and there wasn't anyone in view in the hallway... Well, it couldn't hurt to wait a little. He had all the time in the world now.
The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up. Japanese, wearing yellow and green-- it must be Shibuya-san. He blinked in surprise at how young the other man was. From his voice, Okita would have guessed that he wasn't over twenty-five, but the boy looked younger than Tetsu.
"Shibuya-san!" he called, waving cheerfully and bouncing a little on the balls of his tabi-clad feet.
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The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he looked up. Japanese, wearing yellow and green-- it must be Shibuya-san. He blinked in surprise at how young the other man was. From his voice, Okita would have guessed that he wasn't over twenty-five, but the boy looked younger than Tetsu.
"Shibuya-san!" he called, waving cheerfully and bouncing a little on the balls of his tabi-clad feet.