[ He nods, and leads back to the office, through which the door to the living spaces at the dojo was found. The kitchen is uncluttered, save for the few dishes in the sink, which means he did at least eat breakfast. Taking out the tin of coffee and the kettle for heating, he fills the kitchen with domestic sounds, instead of words... unsure what else to say, and not normally being stellar at small talk in general. ]
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