[h1][b]Itsuki[/b][/h1]
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[b]"Uhhhh. . . make any friends?"[/b] Itsuki asked, noting with reluctance that this conversation was going rather poorly. Looking around for something to direct his attention to as they walked, he noted a some children walking across the street. They were young, and seemed to be on their way to school given the uniforms. As he watched them walk, he thought back to the days back when the old man was still alive. Could they ever have those days back, he wondered, ever get along like they used to? Takumi seemed to be okay, though also seemed to be struggling a bit. Hana had changed a bit, and while he still pissed with her, after sometime to cool off, he understood why she'd gone after him like that. He was being a bit difficult, seeking into self-pity and being less then helpful. That being the case, he didn't really think she was entirely justified either. She was pressing him for information on a ghoul he'd only just met as if it was going to be a problem. She was just some random crazy, they were a dime-a-dozen in the ghoul underworld, so why get so hooked up about it. 

Thinking about that Crazy Ukaku Bitch brought his mind back to the fact that he was without any shelter for the night. That wasn't a huge problem, but it would be annoying if the weather turned bad. He considered asking Rin if he could stay with her for a bit, but rejected the thought, not wanting to impose on her. Besides, he doubted that he'd make for a good house guest either if the previous night was anything to go by. Coming out his thoughts, he scratched at one of the wounds under his shirt, which were done healing up for the most part by now.

[b]"Rin, you been in any fights since the old man died?[/b]

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