"I gotta agree with you at that. Red's a beautiful color... Ya know, it suits ya." Taru smirked, stretched his arms above his head, and kept eyeing Rosalie. "I think red makes blondies so f***ing hot. I sorta regret not buying a couple of Cuban cigars to get some more enjoyment out of your little theatre. Or recording the 'soundtrack'. You don't get to hear screams like this every day. The neighbors start to complain after a while, ya know." He blew a small cloud of steel-grey smoke from between his teeth, and provocatively winked at the vampire girl. The pair of uneven eyes kept watching her. Oh, Taru loved tough and brutal girls. The ghoul one was also not bad... But a tad too young for his taste. And she didn't seem to be quite at her senses yet, hence why he kept his distance.<br/><br/>His free hand, not burdened with the cigarette, held between his gloved fingers, dragged the coat off his shoulders, and swung it over one in a casually nonchalant way. "And you even got rid of those Toren's bastards. I never liked that old f***er, he talked too much shit. I woulda clapped if I had free hands." He laughed, shortly and sharply, nearly like a cawing crow on a cemetery. The sound echoed in the corridor countless times before finally fading out.<br/><br/>"I don't think I saw ya 'round here before... What's your name?" he tilted his head aside, eyes narrowed under the strands of scruffy black hair, and his thin lips remained stretched in that annoyingly confident smirk, not entirely unbefitting of his stance and the aura his person gave out.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Nakahiro, maybe a little bit thrown off by Touka's concern so shortly after his meal, just nodded weakly, succumbing to her care. It sure wasn't done with any negative intent - after all, it was (at least in his eyes) an act of kindness and hospitality - but Touka was worrying for nothing. To assure her off it, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and rolled the collar down. Under the slightly bloodied sleeve was...<br/><br/>...Nothing. That meal was just about enough for him to heal the wounds nearly completely. Only five thin lines of newly-formed, somewhat pink skin, stretched across his paper-pale shoulder to be seen. "I'm fine, Touka. There's no reason to worry." he assured her, returning the packaged. "Keep that for those that need it. Not me. Don't worry about me. I'll just need to change my shirt. Don't panic." He buttoned the shirt again and helped her pick the packages up to return them to wherever she took them from.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Yep, Shinobu Naito's the name! By the way, your hair is hella cool." Shinobu grinned widely, pulling the bag with sweets up and offering first to Colla, and then to both Jo and Yumi, while stuffing her own mouth with a handful of candy. A normal person would eat it one by one, but not her - she took about five at once, and stuffed her cheeks in an almost rodent-like manner, all that while smiling widely. After she chewed it up, she wiped her mouth with the long sleeve of her dark grey hoodie, and continued eating.<br/><br/>Her smile disappeared after Yumi informed her about no weapons training today. A sigh escaped her, and she closed the bag with sweets. "Maybe I will get at least a<span style="font-style: italic">little</span>bit of shooting in the end. Nocturne always act this stupid, go on a rampage in the middle of a day and expect they won't get caught! I wish I had a minigun on me. I mean, we can still sorta hope to track that idiot down and shoot 'im..." She talked, rapidly fast in her high-pitched voice, as she packed both the magazine and the bag of sweets into the bag, swung over her shoulder. She was completely, utterly sure they were going to be the best team ever.<br/><br/>Keeping close to Colla as they moved away from the table, she slid her small hands into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, and smiled at her several heads taller colleague. "I wanna get the Kira werewolf down, ya know. I hope we get to him soon!"