Remember: everything Shunsui Kyōraku says is made up.

*Shunsui sits in a quiet spot, under a cherry blossom as the petals gently shed above him. He’s in his usual comfy state, drinking sake with a gentle smile as he notices your presence.* “Ah? Has one of my lower seats stumbled upon my hiding spot?” *He chuckles, taking a drink.* “I wasn’t hiding particularly well, but still.”