Yami responded with a snort, wiping the dried blood from his face and kicking the corpse back out into the platform. It promptly rolled outside, the fat and blubber allowing for easier movement, although Yami quickly swiped the janitor's keyring. The corpse continued to roll off of the platform, and if one listened hard enough, they could hear a distinctive 'splat' as the fat, dead...undead collided with the concrete sidewalk. "Yep. This day is completely screwed." He grabbed the principal's wallet from off of his desk, pocketing the cash, before casually sliding over the table and crouching, quickly rummaging through the man's drawers.
"Trash, trash, trash..." Yami found more candy, a bus ticket, some more money, and a ruler. Shrugging, the boy opened his backpack and emptied all of his items onto the floor. Most of it were books, drawing paper, pencils, pens, etc, although there was also a pocketknife in one of the compartments. Arching an eyebrow, Yami tossed the knife over his shoulder, approximately in Nakamura's direction, before pocketing his new-found 'loot', which included a bunch of water, candy, and bags of chips.