Hanatarou managed a somewhat shyer smile for Kenren and nodded, choosing to ignore the 'History Club' comment for the time being. He didn't really think that the other shinigami would appreciate him joining another group, but that brought him back to what he'd been dwelling on earlier, and he didn't much feel like going back to it just now. It was just giving him a headache, and he had enough of one at the moment.

If they were going to be leaving the room, though, he had his own preparations to make. The healer pushed to his feet again, hesitating a moment at a brief spell of light-headedness, and moved over to his closet. "Pillowcases?" he asked, blinking back at the other two. "Oh. Um. No?" They'd be replaced in the morning anyway, if past experience was any indication.

He turned back to the closet again then, pulling his sword out of the back corner and carefully sliding it into place at his waist. Hopefully he'd have no need to attempt to use it tonight, but it was best to be prepared.