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Ohta would rather that gunman get eaten by a bear or something, but he kept his thoughts to himself as he trudged behind the girl. No need to speak up now, after all. They had ground to cover if he was to get any chance of a comfortable sleep today. While she stalled at the statues, glancing over the faded stone as if it held any answers, Ohta swept the area around them instead, his phone’s light catching basically nothing. Sucked. Those statues looked like they were big enough to warrant some sort of plaque or information board, but perhaps they were just as unremarkable as the jizo statues one would find off the side of a road. Nothing more than attractive litter now.

He hunched his own shoulders against the buzzing of a nascent storm. It should be better to be in the treeline by the time the rain came down, and with that in mind, Ohta spoke up again.

[color=ccddee]“Um, don’t you think we should keep going now? We sorta don’t have any clothes to change out of if we get wet, and if the storm comes in while we’re out in the open…maybe let’s get over there?”[/color] It’d be a funny story to tell Tamimi after he worked off the debts and gotten a better job. They could oogle the statues all they wanted then. For now though, Ohta wanted fucking out. Not that he was planning on voicing his thoughts in any manner other than a pensive question.