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[hr][right][color=gray]April 8th, tomorrow's yesterday.[/color][/right][hr][color=92278f]“I don’t read manga.”[/color]

Kanna sat back as Akari begrudgingly began to engage. She watched the girl closely, discounting the sighs of annoyance and aggressive posture—she brought those out of most people, delinquent or not. Akari herself was a bit of a sphinx; all of her secrets and stories were locked behind stony expressions and spiteful, angry riddles. Sometimes it wasn’t about what people said to her, but rather, what they didn’t. 

Dangle two leads in someone’s face, and you might just learn more following the one they explicitly didn’t pick. 

Akari chose to bite on the gang line, and completely ignored the idea that Kenzo might have been dealing to Totsuka. Kanna made another circle in her notebook. Damn, if she’d stuck around longer in the parking lot she might have asked the poor guy himself. Oh well, it was what it was, and Kanna had the feeling she wasn’t going to be welcome to ask Kenzo any follow up questions. 

[color=92278f]“Yeah, you’re probably right. Too early. Unless it’s like, some kind of takeover. Yikes. Hey, take it from me, if it’s part of something big like that, you probably don’t wanna get involved.”[/color] She held up her casted arm, knocked on it with her knuckles. [color=92278f]“Those kinda dudes don’t mess around. Could get real bad for you.”[/color]