Nataku only nodded at this instruction. Lunch it was. He lifted the machete slightly from where it had been resting on his shoulder. He didn't return it to its position until Homura spoke, but he smiled and returned Okita's wave after that.

"Since you listened it must have been good advice." He cut in quietly, teasing. It was easy to escape for a little while, but a tight knot had started to form in his stomach, wondering when Kenren too would arrive. At the least, he owed the man an apology for acting the way he had.

He focused on what was in front of him at the moment instead, regarding the man and his companion with open curiosity. Other than Kenren, who didn't really count, he hadn't met any of Homura's friends. At least Okita seemed to be a friend anyway. He'd been around quieter hostilities for the bulk of his life, and Homura wasn't exactly hiding his displeasure with the woman. He wondered what it was about, but he liked to make his own judgements about people. He lifted a hand to wave at her too, then turned back to the man.

"Homura said you like pranks and stuff too," He said, unable to resist. "I mean. Nice to meet you."