Daichi had wondered about the tattoo on her back often enough in the past, but he never asked. Daichi figured she would tell him if she wanted him to know. After all everyone had secrets. However, his secret bore heavy on his mind every time he felt the presence like now. Azur made himself known to Daichi like a weight in his head which caused that all too familiar headache to begin in his temple. He hated that most of all. Sometimes the demon chose instead of speaking just to be known and it was never a friendly comfortable presence, but a painful weight in the centre of his forehead. He absently rubbed the spot and tried not to think about secrets and shadows. Everything was secrets and shadows in their world. He didn’t much care for secrets. He’d rather not have any. That however wasn’t the world they lived in.<br/><br/>For some odd reason though he’d never seen Hikari as unusual or strange. He was an outsider like her, but being older he didn’t have nearly the same stigma even if he did have as many gifts as she did. He was older then her when his gifts began to manifest. The majority of all that was strange about him was mostly due to Azur. He rubbed absently at the center of his forehead as continued to walk towards the table he’d spotted.<br/><br/>“I would be more concerned with catching you when I sent you flying into the other dancers,” he said with another rare grin. He laughed a little at their easy banter. It was so easy to tease with her. She knew him so well, she didn’t mind his dark tone or how he said everything in that same dreary monotone. Switching between teasing friend to serious conversation flowed so easily between that that it was just simple. It was simply like being. They were both so easy going with each other.<br/><br/>He truly thought of her as his sister. In his heart she was his blood, even if she wasn’t born of his clan. He pulled out the chair that would put him right in the corner. Safely between two walls and facing the rest of the shop. He could relax. Since they were known at this particular shop Daichi knew he didn’t need to order, he had a standing order that was brought out to him almost instantly upon his arrival. It took only long enough to prepare. He was quite pleased. There was something to be said for routine and being a little Obsessive Compulsive.<br/><br/>“I’ll get in a few rounds of training before retiring for the night,” he said simply as he ate acknowledging her words about food with a light nod. It was divine. He loved the food here. Taking the cup of tea he drank deeply and sighed happily. He was content and as relaxed as he ever got in public and outside his own home. This was the most relaxed he was around anyone was when he was with Hikari.