Even though Naruhiko got something between a meek shrug and a nod out of himself as a reply to the start of her fuming monologue, it could have well gone by completely unnoticed. “As a twenty-four year old, and thus a legal adult in not only Japan but the entire world, there are certain behaviors expected of you, one of which is manners. Manners include not walking off when you’re with other people without informing them you’re going and making sure they've acknowledged your leaving. Otherwise, you could get injured and no one would know, and surely you don’t want to die in a ditch somewhere all alone?” her voice inquired to him in a powerful tone. “Are we clear?”<br/><br/>He stared down at his trainers, blushing crimson.<span style="color: #BFFFFF">"Yeaah... I guess... But I mean... I just ran off to get food... Ishida can give you... A tour, he knows it better than me anyway. I mean... It's not like... I... I'm sorry, Tachibana-san!"</span>he muttered, running his hands through his hair in desperation. He had no explanations and it looked like she wasn't calmed at all neither by dried fruit, sweet potatoes, nor salad. He just hanged his head down and let her lead him to the table, focusing on his food to hide the fact that his cheeks had the color of strawberries already.<br/><br/>On purpose, he avoided eye contact either with her, or Ishida, staring onto his salad and sweet potatoes in a pretense show of marvel at how amazing they were. Ishida, on the other hand, didn't seem to be concerned at all, and already opened the small pack of peanuts, his hand on the way to his mouth with one already, when Tachibana fired the question. He shrugged, then nodded.<span style="color: #FFBF80">"Naturally, we finish the office tour."</span>he chirped, cocking his head to the side a little.<br/>Naruhiko chuckled.<span style="color: #BFFFFF">"You'd be in trouble if you left it on me. I still... Don't know my way around there! That's why I left, I can't help with the office tour..."</span>His smile, no matter how wide, was nervous.<br/><br/>Ishida face-palmed at that station, his smile momentarily disappearing under his gloved hands.<span style="color: #FFBF80">"It's been five years, Izumi-kun, and you tell me that now?"</span>he sighed.<br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">"I have... A bad sense of direction..."</span>the young mangaka laughed nervously. Ishida just shook his head.<br/><span style="color: #FFBF80">"I dearly hope Tachibana-san will finally help you remember, then."</span>he replied enthusiastically, but a pang of sarcasm was more than easy to feel in his voice. Naruhiko's 'bad sense of direction' was something he was already acquaintanced with, but that it'd be this bad, he had no clue. He tore a part of his whole-grain bun off, careful not to dirty his gloves, but halfway with it to his mouth, he stopped<br/><span style="color: #FFBF80">"Oh, I have good news! I just remembered!"</span>he exclaimed.<br/>In excitement, Naruhiko looked up from his salad, and raised a brow.<span style="color: #BFFFFF">"Yeeaaaah?"</span>he leaned in.<br/><span style="color: #FFBF80">"In eight days, you are traveling to Seoul! I already got the plane tickets, so you just have to pack your things and say hello to your fans on the other shore of the sea!" </span><br/><br/>Tickets. Four tickets. Two, off course, for Tachibana as well!