Kobe finished off his snacks, as he waited for Jin to rejoin him and reply to  his counter-inquiry. Kobe once again smiled widely. Jin played the part of melancholy sometimes, but there was a fire beneath the still pool that was his mood. That's often what fueled their conversations, and fights.

     [b]"Too strong to die," [/b] repeated the younger spirit with a sense of whimsy, "now that's a goal worth sweating and bleeding for. It's a deal then," Kobe outstretched his fist for a bump towards Jin. Then, he moved onto another stall. He had his appetizer and now wanted a something filling. A grilled squid, and a basket of tempura were snatched up by him in moments. He gave a shy thankyou to the vendors, his behavior switching somewhat drastically when he wasn't talking shit to Jin.

        "Do you ever wonder if you got a proper funeral the first time?" He asked Jin without looking at him. As he paused for an answer, their footsteps in tandem tapped along the cobblestone. They were getting further away from the stage, Kobe subconsciously leading them nowhere in particular.

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