Heh, they're cute.' Curiously observing the young duo with only a subtle grin giving away what he thought, the man could easily tell that Sachiko was over the moon at the mere presence of the other little girl. Arata couldn't blame her though. After all when was the last time his youngest member got someone their own age to hang around with? Sora was all the girl had and there was only so much he could offer her in that sense. Plus Tooru was already off and away to the funeral at that moment, even if it was a bit strange that the boy was incredibly eager to be there. But Arata didn't think much of it. ”Well you sure know how to make someone feel welcome here Nana,” he sighed a bit, not overly surprised that the little Gold Clan girl got a warmer reception than him. The woman really did have a soft spot for the children and he could appreciate that, although that generous nature didn't seem to stretch to the adults as often; even the King it appeared.
”Anyway... where else would I be?” Arata remarked and leaned on the bar, folding his arms against the edge and pushing on them. ”You'd only miss me if I didn't come here and nowhere else was open. So I just figured I'd let myself in.” Nana was such a nagging woman. But she sure did keep HOMRA in line which was something; even Arata possibly needed her more than he would ever let on. ”Yeah, yeah. I get it already. You know I'm good for it?” He flashed a reassuring grin to the girl and hoped that was enough to keep her satisfied. It wasn't like he didn't want to pay or couldn't, but Arata always found this way more amusing. He'd often do it with quite a few people actually, though he half wondered why some put up with his antics.
Arata kept still while sitting perched at the bar, watching as Nana made sure the young girl wasn't allergic to anything before going off to attend to the breakfast. She really was a sweet young woman, wasn't she? It was almost a pity she had him for King. ”Must be kinda' boring here for you kids, huh?” he causally asked the pair of girls, his mind already sunk in thought. He never really knew what it was Sachiko did around the Bed and Breakfast for entertainment in his absence; heaven forbid Nana let the child have any proper fun! But then again Arata could hardly imagine Alastair letting little Sora have any fun either.
No wonder the poor kid comes here.' Arata mused when leaning back in his seat rather quietly, raising both hands slightly and then quickly motioning some gestures at his little follower. Oh no, they weren't sign language. If anything it was almost complete gibberish to an unassuming eye; yet with enough refinement that a ten year old could just grasp it. Seemingly Arata had taught her something useful from all those afternoons together, a thing that only they would know and share. ”Think I'll just get some air or something. Funerals, you know. They can get to you,” it might have been the lamest excuse he could use, if not one of the most obvious lies he could tell, but Arata swiftly rose from his seat and slipped down onto the floor. ”Oh and don't burn the toast Nana,” he called over his shoulder towards the direction of the kitchen, before slinking out the door that lead out to the back area of the building. What am I even doing? Heh.'