[With choosing Karamatsu as an employee, Rohan will have more opportunities than he wants to see just how pathetic he really is. Though he's got enough confidence and an ego to fill a football stadium, he's very inexperienced when it comes to any and all labor. He's nervous under pressure but tries not to let it show because he can't, he has to be calm, cool, and collected at all times.

It makes the way he promptly trips over the end of Rohan's tail much more comical when it happens, his arms thrown out to his sides as he jumps, staggers, and somehow manages to catch himself before he eats shit right there on the floor. It's not at all graceful though, whether Rohan chooses to even bother with looking to see what happened or not.

And naturally he follows once he's recollected himself, back through to the front of the store where the paintings are. He feels a bit more comfortable now that there's space between him and the Naga again, no longer surrounded by coils (completely, anyway) or trapped in the sickeningly sweet scent of whatever in god's name is in that glass of his. He was asked to look around, so that's what he'll do. Walking carefully to avoid tripping again, his claws clicking audibly against the floor.

He slows to a near stop when he reaches those paintings on the book ends again, the tips of his antennae twitching as one in particular stands out.]

This one looks more like a photograph than a painting. It is...so realistic.

[Karamatsu turns to look at Rohan over his shoulder, stepping back just enough so he'll see that he's looking at the painting of that purple gargoyle. Of course he'd pick the gargoyle.]

You know, I...I was quite hoping I would become a Gargoyle, if anything...

[He lifts his claws to play with his fringe a bit, allowing himself a slight smirk.]

The ones I have met seem to be noble creatures. I have been helped by them considerably.

[Not that he figures Rohan cares but...he can't help but mention that.]