[quote=@Plank Sinatra] [color=00a651]"That's a good point..."[/color] Rarely did Kimiko ever skip out on her two pilgrimages to the cozy little temple in Daisuke's neighborhood - that most prolific of outposts, the tiny little thread in the larger, greasy tapestry that was the world's largest hamburger chain. Lit up like a beacon into the 1 to 2 am hours every night, it drew Kimiko in like the young budding detective was a whaling boat, exhausted after her long tour at school. She loved sitting down with her gargantuan tray of fries before she went home, and she loved the two sodas she would slurp down after she got thirsty and went back in time to spend the midnight hour. But it was certainly true - though the fryer and the fountain remained the same no matter who was on shift, and the price never changed, Miyamoto-kun was still the most talented server on staff when it came to handling her regimen. The others would roll their eyes at Kimiko. [color=00a651]"I'm pretty hungry. Okay. We'll go."[/color] They went. [/quote] "C'mon, then." The Miyamoto's oldest son stepped out into the hall, slinging his bag over one shoulder and starting to root through his pocket. Normally he'd be in a rush; afternoon shift started twenty minutes after he got out of class, so he needed to get to work, change, and clock in during that time. He generally aimed to be early when he could, so he planned with fifteen minutes. If things went to shit he had five minutes to spare. Today, though, he had plenty of time. He'd still need to collect his bike, though, didn't trust people enough to leave that at school overnight. He needed it to get to school on time, anyway. Kimiko was there, though. He'd need to walk it. His keys were what he was looking for, actually; the tiny one that went to his bike lock was on the same ring as his house key. It took a moment to sift through the day's accumulated shit, pens, folded papers, change, all that stuff. Still, they were exactly where they needed to be. He bounced them up and down in his hand a little while they walked, pretty quietly all things considered. Daisuke wasn't a quiet guy, but without anyone to bounce off of, he tended to settle down pretty quickly. And Saitou Kimiko wasn't exactly boisterous. So they made their way through the halls pretty peacefully until they stepped outside, and then the (reformed) delinquent made a beeline for the bike rack. The process of unlocking it, stowing the lock, and freeing the bicycle was quick and practiced. Like clockwork. A second more and Daisuke's backpack was back on his back, and he had the handlebars in hand. Normally he'd already have been on board and riding, but as with everything else, today was a little different. "Ready to go?"