[h2][color=slategray]Kazou [/color]- The Road to Dru[/h2]
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Kazou's eyes lingered on the scene of the crime as Kimiko described exactly how it went down. Kazou could barely piece it together but basically these three fought pizza robots, apparently with their [i]fists[/i]. But this seemed so elaborate, too elaborate to be a prank. Anywho, the group needed to find a way around this mini police blockade, since Kazou was not in the mood to get in a fight with the police, even if he suspected just being in this group would attract legal attention.

Returning to the bike, Hitomi steered them in the right direction as Kazou attempted to get up to Daisuke's speed again. Though Kazou was now sweating, it was obvious his better was slowing down for him. He even had the lighter woman with him, and she wasn't on his damn shoulders either. The mentally ill woman making passes at the both of them and not acknowledging him made him feel somehow worse. As soon as this was done he was walking home; all this outing reminded him of was that he hated himself.

At Daisuke's comment, Kazou only offered a hollow "No promises." At the least they'd be at this stupid office soon. Not that it would offer anything substantial anyways, any link to his previous happiness. A sort of second wind happened to Kazou's body, powered by a mix of spite and need to leave. As soon as the two were parallel, they reached the building.