(If only he could have summoned a gust of wind. It would have been a nice surprise. It could have reminded him of the cherry blossoms storms he associates with excitement back home.

It's just a robe but it has enough weight to reach him. He catches it in the air and holds it haphazardly in his arms. Despite the outburst, Tsurumaru only looks amused. It'll take much more to phase an old spirit like him. This isn't his first difficult child. In fact, he just watches as he begins to stomp off towards the exit.)

Leaving already? (And there it is again... those curious lines. He really wants to know but for all of his menacing, he does have some grace to not ask directly just yet,) Well, I suppose I've seen everything there is to see.

(And there are the sounds of footsteps coming over, quick so he can can catch up with the Wanderer. When he speaks again, it's casual and normal, as if he's completely ignoring that little outburst from earlier,)

For a museum, this place is pretty boring, right?