hold the heathen hammer high

Noisy but means well... Hattori supposed he could see that, in a sense. His boy had a lot of faults, more than he cared to count, but there was a goodness in him. An earnestness that came with being so blunt and forthright, saying entirely the wrong things with the wrong tone but somehow meaning little offence. The boy would never grow up, never take the world seriously, Hattori had realised that no matter how much he'd pushed Kuroki wouldn't budge. Was it out of stubborn spite? Perhaps, or the boy was a monster of Hattori's own making.

"Hattori." He offered his name in turn, a slight dip of his head as was customary. It was clear that they weren't conversationalists, only stating what needed to be said. Hard facts with opinions conveyed in tone. "You do not seem the sort to wander aimlessly." He observed, feeling as though the wanderings of Celeste's band might not entirely to live up to his man's true goals. Those that seem to be buried in snow.