Evil, evil woman. Well, out of all possible reactions, that wasn't anywhere near the worst. Not even in the bottom half. Akira spent too much time thinking about various ways things could go to shit. "Never underestimate how fast a rabbit can hop." He called out after her, then followed her at a jog, trailing slightly behind. It wasn't worth the effort to try and beat her in a footrace, and by going at a slower pace he could at least keep an eye out for the lost ark.

Akira allowed himself a rare smile. It was kind of nice to get out of the house every once in a while. It could be fun to join Mitsuki on her little ghost hunt. And try to scare the dickens out of her, of course. That much was implied. Akira suspected that she'd do her best to do the same to him. Turnabout was fair play, it said in the manual. At least it would if Akira had ever cared enough to read it. Reading the manual was for losers and nerds, and Akira [i]totally[/i] did not fit square under both categories. 

[b]Friday, April 10th, 11:58 PM - Spoooooooky Old School Building[/b]