The tall, dark-haired young man sighed as he exited the headmaster's office, having just given his valid reasons as to why he'd not managed to attend classes in the past few days. He was clad in the school's uniform with a laptop bag slung across his shoulder. He looked at the handout given to him, making his way around the campus to get a feel for the layout and eavesdropping on random conversations. The washrooms were there, the field in which two students were doing battle was out there, his classrooms were there, and so on. 

And on his self-guided orientation, Sasaki noted the obvious flyers displayed around the campus. Upon closer inspection, he noted they were recruitment posters for a manhunt for that 'Whitechapel Ghoul' fellow sponsored by a 'Hoshira Kae-sensei'. Wasn't that the name of his homeroom teacher or some such? Moreover, didn't she know there was a law about the illegality of such vigilante actions? 

Not that he disagreed with that course of action, even if he likely wouldn't participate himself. Judgment and Anti-Skill were both rather unreliable and inconsistent organizations when it came to dealing with important operations, as recent history involving a certain hybridized faction demonstrated. Nevertheless, he opted to tear down the flyer and any others he'd end up having come across, if only to save Hoshira-sensei and any of the people who'd opted to play hero from legal repercussion. That, and the visceral tearing sound was like music to his ears. Rip. Rip. Rip.

By the time he finished his round, he'd had a nice big stack of paper for the nearest recycling bin. Though he'd not managed to reach every single one, just the ones on his path. Now that he knew what he needed to know, he found himself lacking for something to do. Perhaps he'd go to the library or the cafeteria and wait for lunch to roll around.

Sasaki's stomach rumbled loudly.

"...Or I could go now, I guess," the bespectacled boy noted. He looked back at his handout, noting his current position in relation to his objective.  As he did so, he felt a light [i]thud![/i] against his torso. Of course, to Kazeno, the unfortunate individual who'd done the bumping, it was definitely [i]not[/i] a light thud, but more like running straight into a wall. In short: not a good feeling at all. Still, he managed to apologize, or maybe had yet to feel the pain.

Sasaki lowered his paper and looked around, before looking down to the ground and seeing a strange young man holding a duck. Did he... bump into him? He reached down Kazeno and pulled him up by the back of the collar, raising him up before gently placing him back on his two feet. "Ara, you alright?" Sasaki asked, giving the kid a once over before hearing his stomach growl again, "...I'll buy you lunch to make up?"

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