He wouldn't be open this late anyway. Not that I want to go see someone like him... We'll just stop by the convenience store and get some snacks to hold us over.

[As soon as Micchy is up, Kouta holds his hand and pulls the other behind him, grabbing up his own back and heading out the door. As soon as he's outside, he wrestles with the keys and the door for a minute to lock it before they're on their way again.]

How has school been going for you anyway? You're the only one of us who still has to worry about it.