Kakashi had been on his typical rounds that morning, visiting those places he visited once every few weeks, and had found himself on tea alley without really thinking about it. His feet often had the habit of pushing him toward comfort before he realised he was in need of it, and apparently Yamato was the comfort he didn't know he needed today.

Yamato, however, was out. Kakashi loitered by his door for a few minutes, scaled the roof to peek in his skylight, and only when he'd managed to wedge his window open and take a look around for himself did he decide Yamato was definitely absent at that current time. With a dejected grunt, he shifted the bottle of sake he'd brought with him better into his arms, and trundled downstairs to leave through an actual door this time.

That's when he almost bumped into the small figure that darted out in front of him to mop at a table, and he took a few steps backward to steady himself.

"Ah," he said when he noticed that he recognised her face as the woman who had knocked on Yamato's door early one morning - his landlady. "Sorry about that.."