[h3]Daisuke Miyamoto[/h3]
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"Yeah, there's room."

The stares didn't really register much, but as soon as the detective said they'd be going Daisuke pulled his shirt on again and picked up his backpack. It had been a little while since the last round so he popped another ibuprofen in his mouth, but he followed outside without another word. The van might not have looked like much, but it got them all around just fine anyway. It'd do.

"DRU can ride in the back. Rather have him [i]with[/i] us, since he's the only one that can fight. Til we figure out how to do it again. Where're we going?"