Kamiko clenches her cup in anger once he leaves, a slight crack appearing along the handle. Damn brat… yet that boy surviving was near impossible. Setting the cup down she stands up and steps out the room to where the other two were.

*As she goes to leave, Kamiko hears the door to their suite creak open*

Where do you know Miu from, Hoshi? And Hoshi’s mysterious… Let’s go with pal.

I don’t want to talk about it.

*He and the hooded figure enter Iruma’s shop. Hoodie walks over to what appears to be an unmoving, but… crude clock on the wall, complete with what appear to be penises replacing the traditional ‘hands’. He moves the hour ‘hand’ to the six, the minute to the nine, then the second to the twelve. A nearby door swings open, and the two head inside.*

Yo. Took you long e-

… Holy shit. Ryoma! *Miu runs over to the smaller man and lifts him up in a big hug*

Dude, it’s been fucking ages! Finally got sick of jail, huh?

… Hello to you too, Iruma…