Nasturtiums' Benevolence

"What a delightful coincidence!" 

Rengoku's words came at the realization that his companions were seated directly by the Weltwanderers. 

"Yeah...delightful," Ren muttered. 

Approaching the table, he halted--realizing Macheo abandoned ship, moving to sit next to Aiko. Now it was just Iris and himself left alone to meet two figures who by virtue of being allies of Rengoku, were intimidating. 

But being attached to Rengoku's name wasn't their sole reason for being intimidating. Lounging casually at the table with his legs kicked up on the pristine, white fabric, the man with long, unkempt, jet-black locks kept his hands tucked into the pockets of his baggy, dark coat. 

"Athan! What kind of etiquette is it to sit like that when meeting a guest?" Rengoku asked. 

--Slowly, the black-haired, enigmatically-dressed man raised his gaze that had been obscured by his unkempt fringes and the shadows cast by his fedora.