Yusho
Yusho mulled on his mug over Shinji's words, nodding respectfully. "Nah, I believe you," he said. "That kind of settling down was never for me, but there's no shame in what gives us peace. Besides, it's quite amusing to imagine you going back to gardening with that axe!"
Cheerful laughs slipped from the apostate Immaculate's lips as he knocked his beer with the other man's glass. "I'll have to drop by your stand soon, try some. You can never have too much patronage... actually, I should look for an occupation myself first. I get by, but my lodgings may not be pleased by freeloading. I wouldn't either," he pondered. A side work, naturally. His main activities tended to run parallel to payment.
He had, of course, taken notice of the small, flying animal purposefully flitting around. If the stares were telling, it was recognizable, maybe an animal enjoy of some regard. It almost seemed like it meant to say something to him, in fact! But who did he know here that had familiars of this intelligence? Yusho didn't have that fortune, so it was probably nothing.
No, actually. Yes he did. The vampire professed to using beasts like this, and in particular had many bats on hand. The creature's almost human-like annoyance gave him pause.
The dragon-blooded offered it a shrug. "I'm not as much of a vagrant as I might sound like, you know."