As Haruki took the bucket to his hands with a deep groan, the door opened, and he sighted Nyoko's curvaceous figure straight in it, blocking the rectangle of light for a good part. He raised his glance up at her, and their eyes met each other.<br/><br/>"Yes, it's me, Nyoko! You're... Blake, right? That's how the big guy said you're called. That miserable thing behind you must be my brother, then, riiiight?" she raised herself to her tiptoes to glance above his shoulder and look at Haruki in the dim light behind. He frowned at her. Even though she had quite a deal of sake herself yesterday, she looked just a little sleepy. Where's the world's justice?<br/><br/>She gently pushed Blake aside, and walked over to Haruki, giving him an annoyingly wide grin. "Look at who celebrated the fireworks yesterday!" she giggled. He replied with a gloomy glance, and put the bucked to the side, crossing his arms on his chest.<br/>"At least I didn't smooch with anyone like you." he growled. She raised a brow, then smirked. "If I didn't know you, I'd doubt it. But you wouldn't approach a girl... Ever. No matter what." she teased him, and made a step away.<br/><br/>However, his hand was faster than her. Half-hidden under the red sash, it reached after her hakama, and with an abrupt tug he pulled her. She wavered and fell onto the floor, what was followed by a sharp glance in her brother's way, and his laughter. Even though he was pale and hungover, the somewhat smug appearance on his face remained.