Kenji's head almost spun as Ryoji announced his impromptu plan. Almost all of what he said sounded reasonable to him, but Nyoko's alluring presence and Ty Dao's usual tantrum were both distracting enough, and then there was still his strange and sudden fixation on mini-golf. He shook thoughts of balls and holes out of his head so he could, maybe, manage to focus. There was at least one part of what his neighbour said that he couldn't agree with.<br/><br/>"I'll be keeping the book! I... I don't know why, but I feel like it's my duty to protect it. Maybe I should seal it with duct tape or something, though..." The thing had proved much more trouble than it was worth by now, but he doubted his grandfather had left this him so he could accidentally unleash Plague, Misery and Taxes upon the world.<br/><br/>Then came Ty Dao's decision to leave him. His face certainly betrayed some relief at being freed at least partially from her opressive presence, but there was still a trace of... regret? "All right, if this is what Ty Dao and Nyoko wish, I won't hold you back." He gave a sideways glance to Ryoji. "...Thanks for everything, by the way. You're helping a lot and I can't really... er... pay you back or anything."