<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00bfbf"><i>Damn, she didnâ??t agreeâ?¦</i></span>Nao thought with a bit of a pout. Instead of pushing the matter though, as he was a bit worried about getting into a fight when he didnâ??t need to fight, he leaned away from her and grinned.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??You mean your friend? She went somewhere that way.â?</span>he pointed towards a random direction.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Iâ??ll go get her for you~â?</span><br/><br/>And without another word, he bounced off like some fat kid chasing a bag of candy. Of course he couldnâ??t just stop at a close distance and let it be that, but then again, he didnâ??t think that going too far would be a good idea. The man was nowhere near drunk enough that he wanted to be though, and despite the fact that he was going to go find someoneâ??no one, reallyâ??he got distracted by a large sign that indicated he had turned towards a pub.<br/><br/>A hand made of complete shadow seemed to press against his chest, but it was quickly ignored and shoved aside, as he made his way into the area. A message was conveyed that the shadows didnâ??t want him to drink, and wouldnâ??t he just sound crazy if he told that to someone? But Nao wasnâ??t in the mood to care, as he stumbled into the area and ordered a drink. This was fine though, right? Because if he just came back right away to Itsuki, then it wouldnâ??t have seemed like he chased and looked for someone. Plus, he didnâ??t want to reveal his flaw, since if she was that interested in Linâ?¦ then why not attempt to get something out in that direction, if this one wasnâ??t working? Sure, that had never been done beforeâ?¦ but thereâ??s a first time for everything.<br/><br/>Two gold pieces were placed down in the bartenderâ??s cup, which was happily met back with two large mugs of the strongest stuff. It would be a good starter, but he wasnâ??t sure if he cared it was cheap crap or the most delicious wine. For a good three minutes, he just sat there and nursed the mugs, drinking from one, then the other, then back to the first. Two minutes later and he was up and walking around the bar. One minute later and he was grinding against some random people. Three minutes later and heâ??s practically dry humping the table. One minute before his mug is refilled for the third time, and heâ??s out running like the demons are at his heel.<br/><br/><b>â??Young master, please wait! I bring a message from your family!â?</b>called the squire, chasing after the drunken and surprisingly fast man.<br/><br/>The blonde male was running wildly without thought, bouncing around the streets and searching for a way to lose the man on his tail. Things began to blur for him, the streets all aligned with cobble stone and either wooden or stone buildings. It was very modern in the sense of their day, and at a point in time, he could have seen that this place was militarized. The bazaar was the first place he had ran pass, and he only realized that because he had ran right into a chicken selling stand and sent the coops flying open.<br/><br/>Running with a baby chick in his arms, he dashed passed an inn as he continued running from the persistent squire.