He’d asked the green-maned girl to wait in his personal home, not too far of a walk from Kiyoshi’s communal house. This way she would at least meet her in a comfortable setting that she was used to. With this, he had moved off to fetch Riku whom he had asked to come over as well. Currently heading to the gate to fetch where she was likely waiting for him--if she hadn’t become engrossed in studying something else--Satori tucked his hands behind his head in thought.
His hair was getting longer now, wilder, much to his mother's ire. He’d heard several times now that he was “just like his father”. As soon as he’d become an official adult of the clan he’d stop having it trimmed, it was a pain, and he preferred to have it longer. It gave him an appearance he found suitable. If he wanted to be known as the “Black Lion”, then he had to look the part after all.
Shaking his head with a grin, the boy's crimson eyes trailed along the area, before settling on the large circular door of the compound. Stepping toward it where he spotted the familiar blue ball at chest-height to the lanky boy.
“Riku,” he called simply, lifting a hand in greeting as he moved toward her. Figuring she would meet him halfway as he offered a happy smile; it was hard not to when he saw her. He got along well with many but most kept their distance beyond friendly chatting. Riku and Akemi were the first few to actually try to become involved in his life. They were important to him due to that.