IC INBOX: INUGAMI

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“Uh, hello. You've reached Keisuke... I’m sorry, but I’m not able to pick up right now. Leave me a message and I'll try to call back. Um... thanks, bye.”

[VOICE CALL, TEXT MESSAGING, AND PHOTO SHARING IS ENABLED ON THIS CELL PHONE.]

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[Excuse you, Rin, he's not precious, he's...! Okay, maybe he's not manly as hell, but the sentiment stands...!

(No offense taken...)]

Y - Yeah, I guess that's true. [His expression sets into a small frown. His only concern is that it's not just he hasn't practiced or learned it. He'd learned to fight and to kill since he was young, the same as Rin, and it had never "clicked." He froze up then, and he froze up now. It didn't give him any reason to think that would ever change.

But humoring Rin... that might help. Maybe.

Keisuke lifts a hand in farewell, pausing before replying,] Okay... if you say so...!

[And Rin leaves Keisuke alone. He pauses a moment, thoughtfully, before going to tidy things up and put them in the right places. Rin always ends up arriving and leaving like a hurricane.]