( mashita doesn't seem particularly worse for wear, for better or worse, as he walks in, hand running through his hair to brush back some of the stray locks the he barely bothers to tame. his jacket seems the same as it always has, but if there are any wounds beyond that, they're covered by his clothing. there's a tired sag to his shoulders that boldly shares his need for a drink and a smoke, and while mashita typically spares the time to smoke outside of buildings, the fact the bar has a smoking section is part of why he likes coming here too.

glancing around the space furtively, the notably bright expression and raised hand catch his attention, and his own expression seems to lighten from recognition. the power of comfort, perhaps. )

Someone called just as I was heading out, ( he explains as he steps up and sheds the mythic green shell to fold over the back of his chair opposite yashiki. it's warmer in the bar, and if he's going to drink, it'll only get warmer. )

Just one of those reported sightings, but it seemed like a false lead. I'll deal with it tomorrow.

( the guy has really had enough for one day. taking a seat, he promptly reaches for his cigarettes in the inner pocket of his suit jacket and plucks a stick free. )

So what were you up to while you were ignoring my calls and texts? ( the remark comes casually as he lights up and then moves the ashtray that's left on each table closer to himself. yashiki doesn't smoke, that he's aware of, so it's just the natural thing to do. )