From his balcony, the white haired male continued to watch carefully what was going on. As the figure came closer, there was no doubt that this being was a human, and the ones that were gaining in on him were yokai. Probably a kitsune, or a tanuki. Maybe both, those two seemed to cause double the trouble when working together, and that seemed to be the goal of half the yokai that lived around in the area. Thankfully there were also the yokai that weren't overly obnoxious, like the ones that cleaned around the inn, and Nagai as well. He couldn't quite remember what she was, but he knew that it had something to do with that ridiculously long hair that she had.<br/><br/>After a while he grew bored with watching the human coming closer to the inn, and retreated back in to his room, the tray that had recently had food on it was now empty, and the cup for the tea as well. He brought it inside with him, setting it on the floor by the door to his room, knowing that Nagai would come by later to come and pick it up to take it back to the kitchen. He'd noticed that the female had made it her chore to bring him his food, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even though he didn't remember ever asking her to. It simply started happening, one day she had just...started doing that. Oh well, there was no need dwelling over pointless tasks, he had other things to think about. Like what to do with this darn human.<br/><br/>He had heard the voice near the lower level of the inn, somewhere in the courtyard to the front, just in the area past where the steps led up to the place. Surprised that the human had come this far without running in to anyone, or rather, any yokai. However, he knew that it wouldn't be long til the man met with a few of them, he knew for a fact that in one of the watery areas underneath and around one of the buildings resided a kappa, who was no doubt watching the intruder with a closer eye, and several bakeneko liked to rest upon the edges of the rooftops, statues, and trees that were there.<br/><br/>Sighing, he sat on one of the pillows that were set on the floor, leaning back against the wall. He could feel the time ticking by, and knew that soon, the change would take place. That change he hated so much, but could not escape from. When it had been a change by choice, then he was perfectly okay wit it, but now, now that he was forced to change, well, that was a different story all together. Every change of the moon's face, did the transformation take place. Tonight was that of a full moon for the first night, after several days of a waxing gibbous moon.<br/><br/>Down below, the figure that the man was speaking to laughs when greeted with good after noon. "You do realize it isn't afternoon, don't you? It's evening now, silly!" The grin on the mask was eerie, and seemed to waver with the setting sun. "Don't you know that?" 'She' steps forward, mischief clear in every movement that 'she' was taking towards the human. "But that is beside the point..." 'She' reaches up to 'her' face, fingertips resting across the brow, and it seemed almost as if 'she' were thinking of doing something, the grin even creepier than before.