Kyouma stared at Torako as she bolted out of the restaurant before sighing, pulling out his wallet and leaving his ID card on the table as the waiter came to pack up his and Beatrix's meals to go.

"Well... I know what my next dinner's gonna be. Breakfast too. Maybe even lunch. Man, leftovers really are convenient..." he joked before glancing at the door again. "Though... What was that about a cur...!"

Almost as if the shock from the mention of the word 'curfew' had a delayed reaction, Kyouma rapidly pulled out his phone and glanced at the time. Shoot- she wasn't kidding about that. Even if time wasn't exactly late, the fact that he wasn't exactly used to the area meant just a few more minutes wasted before getting back to the dorm. Darn; he had hoped to gather some more information, too.

Thanking the waiter as he returned with his (and Beatrix's) packaged meals, Kyouma quickly returned his ID card to its original position in his wallet and grabbed the steak before saluting to Beatrix and leaving the restaurant and beginning his walk home. Was it too late to go pick up a new book...?