Tisu was in full regalia, but not clocked in, only taking a walk through a nice neighborhood before turning and heading home. It was a nice morning in San Francisco, and criminals weren't showing themselves too readily.<br/><br/>If anyone was inclined to criminality, the sight of Tisu's body in its not-perfectly-fitted uniform, well over six feet and rippling with muscle, dissuaded them nicely.<br/><br/>Tisu wasn't particularly worried about hiding himself. This was out of his way for his walk home, but the quiet detective felt he had enough to think about for a lifetime of such walks, and it was its own form of meditation, eyes roaming over the crowds.<br/><br/>He turned down a quieter street and heard birds chirping. There must be a park not far from here.<br/><br/>Tisu stood to listen and saw a curious sight. Kimono weren't usual fare anymore, even in Chinatown. Staring is especially rude in Japanese culture, so after getting a nostalgic eyeful Tisu ducked his eyes and smiled at the young man, stepping aside to give him the narrow sidewalk.