Kiri casually sauntered up the long-ass staircase leading to the Death Weapon Meister Academy. He didn't know exactly [i]why[/i] they were placed there, but that was a question for another day. Apparently he had to go to classes again, which was most definitely [i]not[/i] why he had come to this place, where his first companion could be killed for sport at any moment. No, Kiri came for the opportunity to kill other things like him - but not [i]him[/i] - for sport. He might've been late, but he didn't bother to check the time as he left.

Speaking of which, he didn't see James this morning. Maybe he was out. Maybe he was there, but he wasn't perceptive enough to find him. Kiri momentarily wondered what the Gl-James the Good Witch was up to, but soon forced the thought out of his mind as he crested the peak of path. He noted other people around, doing things and making conversation that he didn't pay too much attention to, and then his partner, who he only cared slightly enough about to greet her good morning. Like so: "Good morning," he greeted bluntly. He didn't visit too much over the summer, that was for sure. Too busy screwing around in foreign cities.