"Whatever you wish," he purred back. "The sooner, the better, should we get going?" A playful smirk toyed with his lips, and he liked that feeling, a fluttering excitement that he hungered for, and that he felt so rarely lately. The world was small, too small for someone that liked to stretch his wings over all of it and drain out every drop of adrenaline that he could find. "Y'know, a bed's better, though... Personally I don't have anything against futons, tatami, tables, sofas,<span style="font-style: italic">or</span>bathrooms." Licking his lips provocatively, his hand traced down her neck onto her collarbone.<br/>At her reply to his witty remark, he only laughed shortly; a deep sound, far deeper than his voice normally was, but silent at the same time. "Well, I'm not a big fan. You know... I prefer blood, red, red, redder than English telephone booths." The hand was tempted to slide under her shirt, but it remained on its place.<br/><br/>Finally, he reached into his pocked, to hand her a packet of tissues. "We don't want to attract too much attention when we go, now do we?" with a curious tilt of his head, the smirk was playing at his face once more. He would not have noticed the newcomer, was it not for the voice. It startled him, and he immediately drew off Rosalie, his shoes clicking against the ground.<br/>Yet, he found himself without a valid explanation, and thus, he just gave the man a shrug. "Dunno. I didn't do it." he spoke up, more casually than what would be appropriate. It wasn't his business, after all...<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>"It's not like I've seen a ghoul for the first time in my life." Shinobu almost scoffed at Colla's remark, but there was confusion, sadness, and rage, all mixed in a mad whirpool in her eyes. It was Yumi's voice that finally made her stand up to her full (and rather unimpressive) height, looking up at her leader. Following her actions, she put her own gun back into the back of the car, and slipped onto the seat next to Yumi, beside the driver. Yet, at her question, she just shrugged.<br/>"Need a sniper gun, and we can't cooperate well. We need certain roles to fulfill. Can't be support all life if you're a shooter, and can't shoot if you're better at gathering info, or that life will be... Well... Short." Sliding a strand of crimson hair behind her ear, she gave a sad sigh. "We could have gotten that ghoul if there was more of us and we had better divided roles. It has to be lured into a place where it can't escape from, and then blast its head off with a bazooka or a minigun. That will definitely work."<br/><br/>She looked up at her superior with curiosity in her eyes. "Do you think I'd be allowed to get myself a bazooka?" she asked quietly, a small grin at her lips.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The screeching of tires on still-wet asphalt was a sound that drowned out even the low, purring sound of the motorbike's strong motor. His boots, however, avoided the water, instead stepping on the nearest dry piece of pavement. Water ran down his helmet in small streams, and he bothered not to wipe it off as he got off the motorbike, approaching the library. A small figure standing at the doorway... With no more than a slight shake of his head, his gloved hands took the helmet off his head, and replaced the visor with a pair of glasses, thickly framed in black. He gave her a wink of his pale-colored eye, and with a small half-smirk at his lips, he passed her by, leaving in his wake a strong whiff of expensive perfume mixing with the stench of leather and rain on his motorbike suit. Without as much as a word, he disappeared behind the door.