The rain had finally stopped, grey clouds dispersing to reveal an orange sunset in the horizon. The tall iron gates at Primrose Terrace mysteriously closed shut, the statues guarding its entrance standing ever so vigilant in their posts, seemingly harmless to the normal eye. Nothing could get in or out without encountering the stone guards, their red glowing eyes sweeping over the garden for intruders. 

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the young man's frantic movements made Kimiko look from one to the other in confusion. Claire seemed to think it had been all in good fun, but he looked too panicked for that to be the case. She tilted her head, trying to understand the situation. Why wasn't he talking anyway? Was he rendered unable to speak because of the other man? Kimiko turned to glare at said person, who looked more baffled than suspicious. Before she could ask him any questions, Claire casually pulled off her head, making the young man even more frightened. 

"Uh, Claire, I don't think his head can be unattached like yours can," Kimiko told the Dullahan, glancing at the girl only when she had attached herself back. She still wasn't used to her so casually ripping her head off. It wasn't particularly gruesome, but it was still rather unsettling. Though, she had to admit that the byakko's reaction to it was hilarious. It wasn't [i]that[/i] bad. 

"Don't worry, she means no harm," said the Ame-Onna, trying to reassure the panicked young man. "She's only..." Her words died in her throat as he pulled down his sweater to reveal scarring around his neck. Kimiko's mouth formed into an 'o' as the reason for his silence finally dawned on her. The wounds didn't look fresh so his attacker couldn't have possibly been the other male. Perhaps what had transpired between them had simply been a misunderstanding. She couldn't clarify it though, for he had disappeared sometime when they had been preoccupied with Claire's re-attachable body parts.

All Kimiko could think was that she wasn't very well-equipped to deal with this. What did one possibly say in these situations? She didn't even know his name. She looked around for a means to communicate properly with him but couldn't spot any.

So, she blurted out the first thing she could think of when she looked down at her hands.

"Um... would you like some chips?"