[ The bitterness in Keaton's voice at the mention of the washing room makes Toma's eyebrows climb up. Seems as if someone is averse to having a wash and while Toma doesn't visibly react, he knows he is going to avoid physical contact as much as he can without appearing impolite.

It's the reason why he takes Keaton's hand and the words he was about to say die on his lips while his brows furrow. The movements against his palm seem like an odd coincidence, maybe a nervous habit Keaton has (not unlike the tail. Maybe Keaton can't control his thumbs either, who knows) but by the third time Keaton draws Toma's name into his palm, Toma is giving him an intense, scrutinizing look.

Vivid orange eyes follow Keaton as he walks back to his room.

Something isn't right. This shouldn't make Toma feel like he's missing two pieces of a puzzle he's been trying to put together ever since he woke up.

Still, he musters a smile to cover up his distrust. ]

No worries, Keaton. You'll be seeing me around from now on. We'll be something like coworkers, won't we?

[ ...There is no way Keaton is involved in a scheme, his instincts are telling him as much. He is too wide eyed, too willing, apparently from elsewhere, too. Something bigger? Is this a test? The hallway looks bright, the statues polished, too much pomp for strangers. Something else has to be going on here.

And if this country is trying to cheat them all, Toma won't stand by and watch. ]

...I'll be seeing you around.