Yamato walked after him, his geta clacking loudly against the tarmac of the street. He stuck quite close to Alcor, not allowing him to move beyond four feet away. The red light district was thick with crowd, and, truthfully, Alcor's black and red stripped attire was blending in quite nicely with all the bright neon colours. It made Yamato genuinely worried that he would lose the entity in this place.

Soon, though, the crowd began to thin out, and Yamato huffed a little in exertion. He had spent a somewhat sedentary life thus far, reading and learning, and being chauffeured to his destinations by car... yes, walking long distances was not something Yamato was used to, although he'd be damned before he admitted exhaustion.