The room was well furnished and decorated according to the royal familyâ€™s wishes. Heâ€™d already checked it to be sure nothing was out of sorts and had put everything back as it had once been. Something heâ€™d learned in his years at court in Japan. Never be too careful. Walking over to the bookshelves he read each volumes cover smiling at what was there. They had an amazing library and heâ€™d have to ask about it later. Frowning he went to the fireplace and leaned against the opening to gaze into the fire. It danced and flickered for him but that refused to hold his attention for long.<br/><br/>As much as he wanted to rest some he was obligated to meet whomever the twins had set him up with. This was getting to be a normal occurrence with them, it was almost as if they were bent on his destruction. A sigh escaped his lips as he took a seat in one of the couches. Kazuhito had remained in the same clothes heâ€™d worn when heâ€™d first arrived, despite the twins insistence on him to change and fix his hair. There was only so much he would be willing to do for them. He had his own defensive weapon and it was hidden in his sock. It was nice that his pants masked it so well.<br/><br/>The knob to the door turned and he immediately stood. When the princess walked in he couldnâ€™t help but show his surprise. Was this who theyâ€™d talked into meeting him? Oh dear. He thought bowing low to the princess. In his mind he was going over exactly what heâ€™d say and if he should say anything at all. Theyâ€™ve really done it this time.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Akemi and Akari were out of their fancy clothes and in their normal average clothing, which in this case meant their western look. They were dressed in a style much like the princess only simpler, there were no petticoats and nothing of that sort only their under things and the dress itself. Akari was in a deep shade of red while Akemi dressed in a nice light blue. They were sitting on the couch reading their books. Neither of them looked up at Jackson while he put their things away, it was something theyâ€™d gotten used to over the years.<br/><br/>Tsukiya was in his room, it was nice and smaller than the others. He liked to be on his own most of the time when he wasnâ€™t doing anything Kazuhito asked of him. Lying on the bed, still dressed like heâ€™d been when theyâ€™d arrived he stared at the ceiling and sighed. This was not going well for him this night, heâ€™d no friends, nothing to show for his courteousness and he was bored out of his mind. Heâ€™d tell Kazuhito later of this but as of right now heâ€™d remain silent and obedient. Things were happening here, he could tell from the way people acted and how they responded to new things. It was almost as if theyâ€™d been regarded with mild interest and apprehension. Then again that just might be his take on it.