Kenren grinned rakishly at Hanatarou, nodding in satisfaction. "Welcome to History Club, I guess," he said with a laugh. He pulled out his gun, checking it for ammo and to make sure that it wouldn't jam if it came to a fight. He didn't really think that it would, but it was something that had just been drilled into him for as long as he could remember. "Or, y'know, just welcome to being friends with the two of us. Whatever floats your boat."

He kept the gun in his hand for now and looked over at Nataku. "Hey, Hanatarou, mind if we borrow some pillowcases?"