Tesuro set one of his bags on the floor beside him, allowing him to free one hand. He was a bit uncomfortable as Kiyoe flipped through his notes, not being one to unveil his passion for writing to anyone, especially those he just met. But to his surprise, he felt a tinge of disappointment as she nonschalantly shut the notepad, even though he knew he would feel embarrassed had she made any comments pertaining to its contents.
With his free hand he took his notepad back from her and tucked it neatly into his pocket, being sure not to wrinkle any of the pages. He watched her as she eyed over his uniform; he hadn't even noticed they were both enlisted as Combat Arms.
She came off very friendly and because of this he was actually quite happy to be in the same unit as her, though the compliment she gave him regarding his hair caught him a bit off guard--he had never been complimented for anything before save for his work on the farm.
"Oh...well thank you! Your hair is very lovely shade of blue; it looks as though you take good care of it!", Tesuro responded, hoping he did not sound strange or as though he had a hair fetish or something of that nature.
As soon as she put her hand out he took his hand out of his pocket and gently grabbed her palm within his and shook her hand ratherly lightly (perhaps even "womanly").
"Actually no, I hadn't heard you, I make it a habit at times to block out the noise around me. But Kiyoe, it's a pleasure to meet such a warm person as yourself. I'm Tesuro. Urameshi. Urameshi Tesuro--but you may call me what you like."
Just as he said this, Ichiro walked over rather suddenly, startling Tesuro a bit (though was prone to surprise). He had enlisted in the army under the notion that he would be solitary, but it suddenly seemed as though fate was ordering him to do otherwise. Not to defy such command, he turned to Ichiro while still somewhat absent-mindedly shaking Kiyoe's hand, and responded, "Ichiro--I'm Tesuro. Where may I ask did you transfer from?"