[h2]Mako Moritomi//Archery Range[/h2]
[h3]Wednesday, July 1, 2015[/h3]

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Mako raised an eyebrow at Sato's assessment of Spiky Hair, who was now to be known as Rokurou. He looked over at the taller boy, considered Sato's defense, and conceded that this was the first time he'd met them. Sato probably would know better than him, if they'd known each other for a while. Still, this wasn't something he could just ignore- if they had known each other for long enough, then Rokurou was being very uncharitable toward Sato for pretty flimsy reasons. Regardless, Mako decided to let it slide, just so long as Rokurou didn't make a habit of this kind of treatment. If he did, well, they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. He turned back to Sato.

[color=0076a3]"No, it's all right. I probably do need to take it easier on him. It's the first time I've met him, after all."[/color] His expression was still slightly darkened from earlier. [color=0076a3]"As long as he's not generally in the habit of treating you so poorly, I'll let it slide. I don't like people being rude to my friends."[/color]

He started almost imperceptibly at that- could he really consider he and Sato friends, when they'd only spent time together about half a dozen times? A few of those while not under the best of circumstances, at that. Sato didn't seem to mind him saying, so he shrugged inwardly. If Sato was fine with being his friend, then Mako didn't feel the need to correct himself. The two of them walked out of the archery range, and Sato paused for a moment, considering something. He turned to Mako.

"There's a good noodle place just by the shopping district. It's pretty quiet there, so it'd be pretty good for talking. What do you think?"

Mako nodded- that sounded like just the place to do this sort of thing. 

[color=0076a3]"Sounds great! I could use some noodles, anyway. You can probably remember how bad that hospital food was..."[/color]