Akira had taken his time in Aiya simply trying to was as much of it as he could before having to head home.  He would spin from side to side on the stool as he watched the other diners come and go.  No one of any interest had showed their face in Aiya today, hell the most interesting person he'd seen in town was likely that card reader, Samuel.  Thinking about it, Akira recalled a strange sensation like a tingling on his spin as he left.  Then again it was so faint it was more then likely something of nothing.  The boy simply shrugged the thought off deciding it was time to leave.  He slid off the stole into a stroll as he waved a halfhearted farewell to the owner.

The streets had grown tired in the evening, most people were either heading home or for the bar.  There wasn't really a whole lot that seemed to happen around here at night, something that Akira had quickly learned when he'd moved here a year ago.  Akira shoved his hands into his pockets as he began the uneventful walk back home.  Arriving back at the house wasn't exactly anything to look forward to, he wasn't particularly attached to his Aunt and Uncle and with their work patterns it wouldn't be surprising to find the place [color=f26522]"Empty..."[/color] Akira spoke softly as he opened the door and flicked on the lights.  Akira simply gazed around as he walked on over to the kitchen pulling the usual note of the fridge.  He skimmed over the contents, something about food that he could eat if he was hungry. [color=ed1c24]"No thank you."[/color]  Akira commented to himself as he screwed the note up and dropped it into the bin.

With no reason to stay downstairs Akira headed up to his bedroom.  It bared the very few essentials and things of his that he had managed to gather together before moving to Inaba.  His pride and joy of a book collection vastly overpowered everything else in the room, a console sat on the floor in front of the TV gathering dust, he had so few games that he wondered why he even bothered to keep it.  Akira drops his backpack down on the ground and casually grabs a random book from the shelves, heading over to his bed.  He turns the book round reading the back cover before deciding that his random choice had satisfied him and begins to read it.