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Kurogane watched, eyes stoic, as the students scrambled towards the back, and out the doors, heading to the locker rooms to shower and change clothes. Deliberately, the boy twirled his bokken once between the fingers of his right hands, allowing the dull, yet hard wooden blade lay across his shoulder. [b]"How about a pre-lunch lunch break?"[/b] He suggested, his apathetic monotone holding a sort of piqued hunger that he would only allow his sister to hear. To accompany his question, his stomach began to growl, only for Kurogane to frown - causing the growling to instantly subside. Pfft...cowardly stomach. Even as he talked, Kurogane deliberately walked to a small, strapped black backpack that seemed relatively light. Slinging it over his shoulders, and carefully zipping his custom-made bokken into the bag, Kurogane rested his hands in his pockets, awaiting his sister's answer. The sleeves of his blazer ruffled in the cool breeze - seeing as the jacket was mostly hanging onto his form, with Kurogane not actively wearing it.