"And disturb them two? I don't think that's a good idea..." Haruki remarked, shaking his head and quickly slipping out of sentiment. Only now did he realize that Blake was more than likely still with Nyoko. "Getting a stab from the Black Samurai through the lung is one thing, and getting a kick from my sister is another. I daresay that the second is, in many cases, worse." Interrupting his sister's flirts and romances was a big no-no if one wished to preserve himself.<br/><br/>"Besides, do you have any food? I've not eaten a thing in three days... I'd eat anything." he remarked, running his free hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it. It was a failed attempt to say the very least... He released a sigh and let the wild strands of red scatter onto his shoulders like a wildfire once more. They weren't in the best state - it looked like he'd do well with a few minutes in the water. His encounter with the Black Samurai left even his hair in a rather poor state, like strings cascading down and framing his face. It had yet to reach the point of being considered filthy and unkempt, but it definitely wasn't at its best, either. That concerned him... Although less than his hunger. The fight with Kurohana was quite tiring as well.<br/><br/>He wasn't even picky - as long as nothing spicy was served, about anything in a large enough quantity would be a safe bet.