[ Tatara’s mistake is a well-intended one, and just as easily identifiable as exactly that -- a mistake. In fact, he doesn’t realize he’s made a grievous error until the atmosphere shifts just enough to be noticeable.

Briefly, Reisi is quiet in a way that seems wholly out of place, and for just a moment, something feels... off. The god can’t put a finger on it; it’s just wrong somehow. Enough so that Tatara, without any semblance of forethought, puts a hand on the man, faintly and fleetingly.

Is this what Shun mentioned...? ]

Munakata-san...?

[ But, with a push of his glasses and the subtlest bid to recover, it’s all past. The god’s smile rebounds, a hand withdrawn. ]

Mm, I’m looking forward to it. [ Though even as Reisi moves away, it’s clear Tatara’s still perplexed by that sudden shift, what could have caused it, and if it was what Shun had told him about. ] Say, did you bring one tea, or a selection? I have a few here, if we want to try them!

[ Meaning, he’s accumulated more needless things, as per usual. Nothing changes, even in this strange afterlife. ]