"Thanks. Isana is your sister, then? She must have already gone to the library as I suspected." Nakahiro glanced down at the bag, to proceed to lower himself down to his knees and bend above it, carefully letting go off his shoulder and unzipping. Fresh hunt or not, he didn't have time to mess around. His hand slipped in, and tearing a piece off the body, he started eating, hiding his face in the shadow of his long hair. The taste of flesh, blood, crunching bones underneath his teeth, all of it was maddeningly tasty. Not too fat, young... Was this how humans described a good rare steak from an expensive restaurant? Exquisite.<br/><br/>His fingers sled down his chin, wiping the crimson blood with the back of his hand, emerald eyes widened and blankly staring before himself, irises slowly turning red and sclerae fading into black. To see the cold, composed Nakahiro during a meal was somewhat disturbing...<br/><br/>Before his instincts would drive him into something stupid, he closed the bag abruptly, zipping it tight, and sprang back up to his feet. Even his eyes turned back into their usual mint-green color. He reached back up at his shoulder - and as expected, the five stabs from the werewolf's claws were much more shallow by now, as if it all happened a few days ago, not a mere hour or so. It should do for now; eating in public was, after all, dangerous.<br/><br/>Only then he noticed the other girl. He raised his head to her, and slowly shook it. A few strands of his long hair sled into his face. "I'm fine, thank you." he responded silently, standing up to pick the bag up. "I should get going. Your sister lives where I do, by the way." he noted towards the girl that spoke of herself as Isana's sister, and turned on his heel to continue his way towards the Library.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>The door of an elevator opened to let a figure of a tall, muscular man through. With steps as confident as ever, Tsukinama walked through, and despite lacking most of his clothes, he approached his door with usual grace. His fingers flipped one side of the wallet, opening it, and pulled a couple of silver keys out. The moment they clinked in the lock, the door opened, revealing a curvaceous figure in a short black dress.<br/><br/>Stepping back, she bowed. "Welcome home." her silent voice echoed in the empty hallway. Tsukinama gave her a single glance, cold and distant, and walked right past her. "Rin, get the bathroom ready. I want to take a bath." he spoke to her. That was the only time he talked during a long time when the blonde girl disappeared, putting his belongings where they should be.