A few more moments pass, and Falcon steels himself, before he hesitantly opens the booth, glancing around. When he seems satisfied, he slowly steps out.

He looks... well, he looks nice. The kimono fits him perfectly, and teh colors complement his mechanical body well. There's an awkwardness to him, hidden behind an embarrassed scowl. He feels ridiculous, not meeting Hamuko's eyes, waiting for her to call him ridiculous.