Ichigo keeps her hands firmly on Sanro's arm, trying to not fall over as she carefully took one step at a time.  She was going to use her allowance to buy a pair of sneakers to begin running by herself.  Her body was well, beyond nice looking, on par to Hikari's glorious allure in a way, though Ichigo's beauty was an almost-too-perfect sort, as if she had been crafted and then time had polished her into a more human sort.  Even so, it was practically useless.  She ran out of breath within minutes, her legs already ached a little from walking in heels, and her stomach still felt horrible after the incident hours before.<br/><br/>If the girl thought for a moment, she would have realized that even though she hadn't had anything to eat beyond what little had remained in her stomach, she wasn't hungry, but her mind was focused on finding Nisen and probably throwing a shoe in his face.  What the hell possessed him to begin getting rid of all of her shoes without heels?  Her mind was spinning with productive ideas for revenge, the best one at the moment being working herself out until she was almost sick, to improve her constitution.  Her nails weakly dug into Sanro's arm as they continued walking, the girl unwittingly holding her breath for long periods of time before slowly breathing them out, her eyes almost blank as she kept her mind from worrying.