[ for once, izō doesn't argue. there's no time for arguments. he only expresses his disagreement with a look and a sigh before he starts changing into what ryouma laid out for him.

he sits on the edge of the bed when he's finished, pulling the jacket closed and slouching a little. for some reason, he's suddenly far more aware of the fact that he's all wrapped up in ryouma's scent as if he hasn't been all this time already. that's probably one of those things he shouldn't ignore, but then it also takes him a minute to realise he's been distracted by it for that long. ]

... Happy now? Anyway, if ya feel like gettin' the other shit I left behind, it'll be that one shop that never closes 'round near the inn. If they try an' get money outta ya jus' say no. Tell 'em I'll handle it.

[ somehow. he'll figure that out too. ]

Should get goin' though, I s'pose. Before it gets worse.