When Masato finally arrived, it appeared that the group was already mostly present.  It seemed only Jessica was missing, so at least he knew that he wasn't late.  He strolled up without greeting, his bokken still slung over his shoulder and his other hand jammed in his pants pocket.  The great round smiling face of Doraemon beamed from the center of his shirt, eliciting more than a few chuckles from people staring at him.  He didn't appreciate being laughed at, but on the way here, he'd started to realize that people appeared less afraid of him than usual.  He wondered if perhaps he ought to wear the stupid shirt more often, then quickly broke that thought it half and stomped it into dust.<br/><br/>"Tatami," he nodded toward Matt in as close to a greeting as could normally be squeezed from him.  He offered a slight nod to everyone else before turning to the one adult in the group and suppressing a glare.  "Sorry to crash the party, boys and girls."