Eri said drinks would be on him. Emi said she wanted a bottle or something. Of the three Hoshimi sisters, Rie was the only one who ever reciprocated his free offers, but... that was fine. Hiruko would not fault the younger two for their rejections, nor would it change his attitude toward them. "Sounds like I'm opening the bar. I'll get you all access to the shop as well, while I'm still here. You know the tab~" he said jovially. With that exchange out of the way, his final words of address were for Rie specifically. "Not sure when you were last in Osaka, but there's a shop you'll like just southwest of here. Have a look around," was his final message. Thus concluded a meeting of murderers, torturers and espionage masters... for now.
Meanwhile, Kurusu Akira sat in his hospital bed, no less incapable than he'd been the day before. This afternoon, he'd already received one visitor: the very same lad he didn't want to deal with the previous day. Upon that brown-haired girl's arrival, well... she'd hear another voice long before Akira's. "I'm not your nanny, Kira! Grab it with your teeth, mother ape-ass!" yelled the voice of a tall male with slick, parted, dark blue hair. "Ch-ch-ch-chotto matte kudaSTOP!" Akira shouted back. Chizuru's entry would have her witnessing the sudden halt of a precarious scene. The young man called Kitagawa Yuusuke was atop Akira, a stack of papers held against the injured male's face and a pen being shoved against his cheek. Yuusuke turned his head to see Chizuru, whom he didn't recognize at all. Deadpan was his expression; he wouldn't be explaining himself or his current activity. "... Ohayou gozaimasu."
Meanwhile, Kurusu Akira sat in his hospital bed, no less incapable than he'd been the day before. This afternoon, he'd already received one visitor: the very same lad he didn't want to deal with the previous day. Upon that brown-haired girl's arrival, well... she'd hear another voice long before Akira's. "I'm not your nanny, Kira! Grab it with your teeth, mother ape-ass!" yelled the voice of a tall male with slick, parted, dark blue hair. "Ch-ch-ch-chotto matte kudaSTOP!" Akira shouted back. Chizuru's entry would have her witnessing the sudden halt of a precarious scene. The young man called Kitagawa Yuusuke was atop Akira, a stack of papers held against the injured male's face and a pen being shoved against his cheek. Yuusuke turned his head to see Chizuru, whom he didn't recognize at all. Deadpan was his expression; he wouldn't be explaining himself or his current activity. "... Ohayou gozaimasu."
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