"I hate taxis. I am never taking another taxi in my entire life. I'm just going to Apparate everywhere," Koujin grouched, stretching the kinks out of his legs as the aforementioned car drove off. For a moment he leaned against the low rock wall, next the wooden plaque that read "Matsukinsei" in kanji while he rolled his head about to get rid of the crick in his neck.

The elder twin had obligingly sat in the middle of the back seat in order to let Seiichi and Kiyoshi rubberneck, hence the reason he felt so cramped; he had been trying to sit still and not crowd the other two.

The greenery of Sendai and Matsushima really was astounding in summer, adding to the rampant beauty of the area; the very same area that had left Bashou-sama the poet without words.

"Yes, and get arrested by the Ministry once a week for doing that around Mugurus," Kiyoshi grunted, subtly popping his back before lifting the end of his wheeled trunk and looking up the path that lead from the sidewalk: The Matsukinsei residence stood inviting and cozy atop the small hill there, bringing gladness to the younger twin's heart.

"I hope Kaa-san has dinner ready. I'm famished," Koujin mentioned, blithely ignoring his brother.

"I wouldn't bail you out of jail, you know," Kiyoshi pressed. "I really wouldn't."

"C'mon, hurry up," Koujin sang, picking up his duffel bags and lithely starting up the cobblestoes towards home.

Kiyoshi sighed and looked to Seiichi. "Do you need some help with your trunk?" he asked politely.