They did seem to gravitate to him, one way or another. His best friend was a great leader-- and an idiot who liked to show people how he could fit his fist in his mouth when he got drunk. Souji was a genius swordsman and frequently got mistaken for a particularly outgoing girl if he wasn't in uniform, Saitou had his mystical nonsense, Ichimura was Ichimura... Really, the Yamazakis were the only remotely normal ones of the lot, them and Sannan. He had thought it to be just a case of happening to fall into a particular crowd, when he was at home, but it seemed like it happened even here, so maybe there really was something that drew them to him.

He raised an eyebrow, strolling across the deck at an unhurried pace. "You're in high spirits."