[The coffee is just being poured when Chuuya comes in - and almost poured next to the cup, because while there's nothing all that embarrassing about seeing another guy naked, the muscles are -... Well, they're something. Atsushi can't even say they're unexpected in a mafia, but something about Chuuya's body is unexpected all the same. Maybe it's the fact that all the loudness feels like overcompensation, but there's clearly nothing to overcompensate for...?

Fixing his almost-missed-pour, Atsushi puts the cup of coffee on the table for Chuuya, and hurriedly hands him a neatly folded shirt. It's the best Atsushi has - the only particularly good shirt he has, actually - left over and carefully preserved from the winter gala and Valentine's, both. Fortunately it's not a crazy color or anything.]

Thesa.... They pray to the space station.

[In some ways, it's almost like a bad joke - and yet, aren't the Natha much like gods? Or at least as close to gods as anything Atsushi has run into.]

The people here believe it's a moon - a goddess that bestows light upon them. It's the common religion around here... almost like they know.

[Pouring some hot water into the bowls of rice and fish etc. that he'd prepared, Atsushi puts one in front of Chuuya and sits down with his own - and with some coffee for himself, too. It will likely be a long day; they may as well have a proper breakfast.]