Saejima exhales heavily, setting down his chopsticks after slurping up a mouthful of noodles. His broad shoulders sag slightly, finally relaxed after a long day. He scratches at the stubble on his jaw before grabbing his beer, taking a slow sip as he glances across the table.

"Tch… Never figured you for the type to sit down and actually eat proper,"he rumbles, voice low and gruff. "Figured you'd be too busy runnin' 'round causin' trouble somewhere."

His tone isn't accusing—more like amused, the ghost of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He reaches for one of the skewers, idly turning it between his fingers as he watches them.