Yondu at least had time to gather his thoughts but not his wits, entirely, and as he scrubbed off any sign of questionable smells on him he was trying to work out exactly how a date should go. And then he decided, fuck it, he'd just spend time with him and have a look around like usual whether that was the right or wrong way to do it will rear its head at some point.

"I'm comin'!" He hollers. By the time Tobirama shows up he's dressed exactly the same but smelling more like hotel soap (nothing extra because his own nose can't handle being overwhelmed with fake smells). He doesn't sweat in the same way humans do so it's always over an Earthy sort of scent. Whether or not he's let it progress to old peat moss is the issue.

He's got on his new gloves, the ones that match his coat and with a fleece-like trim that matches the lining of his collar, though that's grayed considerably from wear, even if this coat is technically only six months old. He didn't bother putting his flight harness back on, though. He just left the few straps of leather on the bed 'cause better judgment took over and even if it's a habitual add, he doesn't really need it. He doubts a ship worth stealing will magically appear or a dogfight will break out overhead. "Alright, I'm good. Where were you thinkin' of checkin' out?"