[b]Leiko Hamada: Warakuma Streets[/b]

Leiko made noncommital nods and murmurs of assent as Tanaka explained his reasons for moving to Warakuma, his answer appearing fairly straightforward despite the vague way in which he phrased it. Basically, it had been his parents decision to uproot from Osaka, and he was obviously expected to follow suit, despite not really understanding the reasons why. He seemed to trail on the subject for a bit longer than what was necessary, but Leiko didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, she rather preferred people who could hold up a conversation well as it simply meant that she could avoid having to talk too much herself. It was one of the likely reasons why a motormouth like Saya happened to be one of her closest friends.

Expectedly, his attention drew to the last thing Leiko mentioned about cults, his sentiments about the subject appearing not too far from her own. "Oh, I very much agree with you," Leiko nodded with a roll of her eyes. "In all honesty, people are blowing up the situation far more than they really need to. Warakuma's always been a fairly peaceful town, you see, so the sudden surge in delinquent activity is drawing quite a bit of attention." Her eyebrows knitted together as she cocked her head slightly in thought. "I heard there [i]is[/i] kind of a pattern between them. Some kind of phrase or something? Either way, it's really nothing to be concerned about. The media are merely giving these people more publicity than they deserve," she sniffed with a hint of indignation. 

As they walked closer to her house, Leiko spared a glance at her senior for a moment, her expression creasing into a frown as she noticed the dark shadows under his eyes. "You don't sleep well at all, do you?" She said bluntly, her tone disapproving as her gaze swept up and down his appearance once more. "Tch. No wonder you look so awful." She tutted to herself before reaching over and rummaging for something in one of her bags. "Ahh, here it is." She retrieved a packet of tea leaves before stuffing it into the boy's pocket, the look in her eyes warranting no room for complaint. "It's a particular brand of chamomile tea. It helps me when I find it difficult to sleep," she explained with a simple shrug of her shoulders. "Think of it as your...reward." 

She stopped abruptly by the corner of the road and turned to him expectantly. "We can part ways here. I'd prefer that my parents didn't see me walk home with someone like you, or things will become quite uncomfortable."