<span style="font-style: italic">" Nice to meet you." </span>Rena's hand found it's gentle way into shadow's as she stood in front of Oshimi. It wasn't hard to see the amusement on the old man's face.  His blue eyes seemed to become slightly more lively as they glanced over the girl. Her brown hair and nice eyes caused a sly s file on the old man's face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Son , she is a lively American isn't she? All spunk, and no mess around. "</span>Oshimi almost reached out a hand to her but his old crippled fingers couldn't even move, let alone reach. Rena sat right down in front of Oshimi not bowing which caused an amused and odd sounding noise from the old man. This female had her own way on how to handle everything, an individual way, which may be needed for the gang.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Yep , You got same expression. </span>Her eyes darted from him to her and back to the old man. He wondered what his father looked like when he was younger, and nearly fell over in laughter. Like how he would be in a black trench coat, sad how his mind went to far with it's imagination. Fact was though his father killed many men, and probably regreeted it too, in doubt he was probably a soft hearted man inside.<span style="font-style: italic">Now that is rather funny. Your dad wants you out of the house.My mom wanted me to get back in the house."   </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" She probably just---wanted you safe---i can see why you have trouble ---written all over you."</span>The old man  began to start to into a coughing fit , his eyes closing into a sleep.<br/><br/>" Come on let me show you the upstairs , the old man went to sleep ," His hand grabbed here's and he lifted her up from the floor , then let go, walking through a open door way that lead to a hallway. He took a left turn to find the winding staircase that lead upstairs, the gold rails caked with dust. The house was pretty but it was overly dusty.<br/><br/>Once they made it to the upstairs he lead her down the purple carpeted hallway that had pictures of him from when he was a child with his mother. Once he made to the last door on the right , twisted the door knob and opened it. " This is my room." The room was a mess. Pictures of bands, animals, friend's, and art work covered his walls.