"Thanks, dude. I'll smoke anything as long as it doesn't taste like shit," he cackled, stepping forth to grab a cigarette of the packet that was offered to him. It was a more expensive sort than the cheap ones he used to buy - considering the amount of packets he smoked in a week and compared to the money he earned, expensive cigarettes were a luxury that he couldn't really afford. "Mess? You've not seen mess till you slept at my place, sweetheart." He shrugged, casually narrowing his eyes. All along,<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>was in the corner of his eye, a part of his mind concentrating on her so hard. He tried to imagine her in something far more... Revealing than that conservative (at least in his mind) outfit she was wearing. A smirk spread through his lips at that thought. Oh, yeah.<br/><br/>She was a bit short, but in his eyes, her physique was attractive, together with that angelic face. So innocent, so soft, and yet, as she just proved to him a few moments ago, she was a bad girl. Just like he liked it. Behind that veil of shyness and politeness there was sure something fiercer and full of bloodlust.<span style="font-style: italic">Just like he liked it.</span>He pulled the lighter out of his pocket once more, and threw it, alight, into the air, making sure that Rosalie would see him lighting the cigarette in a lightning-fast motion, so fast it was difficult to trace exactly when the lighter disappeared.<br/><br/>"Nightclubs are some of the best places if ya wanna talk hunting." he admitted, blowing a thin stream of smoke from between his lips. "Full of hot young chicks that are so drunk they won't even realize you're biting into them, no fat to get through, no sugar... Or just talk up someone at a gym, those f**kers going nuts about sports taste like heaven with their clean, fresh blood. Though, nothing equals a good, innocent high-schooler." The smirk became malicious, and he reached towards the ceiling, holding his cigarette between his forefinger and his middle finger. "They're sweet and delicious. The uniform makes for a nice wrapping, too."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Catching the first-aid kit in the mid-air, Nakahiro stepped back, staring at Touka in confusion, but then, his eyes narrowed back to their usual serene shape, and he nodded, backing up to unbutton his shirt. He turned around, having enough politeness as not to take it off right in front of Touka. "I suppose you're right. The stains on the shirt would give me away... I need to change." He took care to clean the blood off his shoulder and wipe his face and neck from his meal, afterwards wrapping a layer of bandages over his shoulder. "We should be just the more cautious now. After the Artisan going wild around here, and Kira appearing yesterday, this place is going to be swarming with Overwatch." he spoke silently.<br/><br/>Finally pulling the shirt back, he hurried to retrieve his black blazer, gloves, and sunglasses, casually rolling the sleeves up, and slipping the sunglasses into his silky hair. In the matter of a few moments, he was back to his typical nonchalant, casually elegant self. "May I invite you for a coffee as a sign of thanks, Miss Tachibana? There's a lot of things I'd like to ask you besides that." he offered to her, handing the first aid kit back.<br/><br/>Many things. Things about Isana, things about why she left, things about her own self... It was one of the rare cases that something truly sparked up his interest.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"I'm not going to die." Shinobu spoke through her clenched teeth. She was completely assured that she wouldn't die, there was no way she was dying today. "There's no way I'm going to die and make my whole family ashamed." Pulling the zipper on her red jacket up, she hid her brightly-colored hair beneath the hood, and stuck her chin out with determination. "We're going to blow that arrogant ass to smithereens, get promoted, and nobody else will kick off!" she exclaimed, pointing her finger up once the car stopped, and hurried out of the car with a speed surprising for her small constitution. She aimed right for the hood, to get her gun, and before anyone else could protest, she climbed onto the vehicle's roof.<br/><br/>It was a good vantage point. Once she stood up in the rain, whipping her back like a punishment for her irresponsible behavior, she had all of the wide road as if on her palm. Her cautious eyes skimmed over the rain-drenched scenery, to suddenly stumble upon a quickly moving shape. They widened, and she instinctively brought the gun up.<br/><br/>"It's up north! About three hundred meters, second lane! Get the civilians out of there, I could still shoot it!" she shouted, pointing right in front of herself, but keeping in mind what she was told. She couldn't just stay support for all that time... She could shoot it, she could shoot it... Gritting her teeth, she locked her hand on the trigger, stopping herself from letting the bullets free.