[ And that's enough of an answer for him. Misaki didn't filter his words. ]
Hmmn.
[ He stretches, smoothing out a kink in his shoulder. Maybe he could get a meal from Izumo before taking a nap. A drink too. He flicks his cigarette on the ground, crushing it as he lights up another with a flick of his finger, ignoring the other in favor of food and sleep. He pockets his hands, and turns to head out. Maybe he could crash at Izumo's bar. He didn't really feel like walking all the way back to HOMRA right now. ]
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Hmmn.
[ He stretches, smoothing out a kink in his shoulder. Maybe he could get a meal from Izumo before taking a nap. A drink too. He flicks his cigarette on the ground, crushing it as he lights up another with a flick of his finger, ignoring the other in favor of food and sleep. He pockets his hands, and turns to head out. Maybe he could crash at Izumo's bar. He didn't really feel like walking all the way back to HOMRA right now. ]