With a grin, Haruki clapped. "If they can carry it all, I'm the last one going to complain. I don't like carrying bags." he shrugged, receiving a nod from his sister. "Always better when we don't have to carry anything except for our weapons." she agreed, giving them both a warm smile. "Our master always made us carry things. But that was because he was too old to carry them himself. I think that makes sense..."<br/><br/>"I always took his stuff even if he wanted to carry it." Haruki admitted. "I just didn't think it's right to let him do it." He glanced over his shoulder, gazing somewhere into the distance. He often did it secretly - loaded the packaged of his master into his own pack. And he got used to not complaining about it.<br/><br/>Nyoko gave him a surprised look. "You never told me about that." she spoke silently. He shrugged, appearing not too interested in telling her the details even now.<br/>"It wasn't important enough. Hey, you're not my diary." he growled, crossing his arms on his chest. She sighed, and let it go. Haruki could be pretty stubborn, and pretty gloomy, too.