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God, it was super embarrassing that Kaburagi would find out that way —- that his classmate was part of a gang and secretly did criminal things behind the guy’s back, and more so, spending time with people without the knowledge of Issa, let alone making him part of it. Someone who had such a separation anxiety as the tangerine haired boy wouldn’t deal with such information quite easily and perhaps feel betrayed? Danchiku already felt the friendship faltering and crumbling just with the mere thought… breaking the trust of his best friend like that was crucial. However, Issa was also the only one he wanted to call in such a situation. Bailing out was no problem, however, someone had to pick him up and sign papers for him, and the other would know how Ryuuhou wanted to avoid involving his parents —- they were rather strict and something like that might be a break-neck stunt.
“Your guest is here, punk.” The guard mumbled as they walked down the hallway towards three cells of which only one was occupied – and that was his. That was usually the cells for those who were too drunk to leave or who need to get a statement done when sobering up. Or teenage delinquents who were caught breaking into abandoned properties that were under the protection of the state and law, to prevent vandalism. And honestly, yes the boy was smoking and drinking and one could still smell it on him. Issa would smell it on him!!! He just wanted to crawl under the bunk bed and die, unable to even look at his friend, he just turned his face away in shame.
After the cell was unlocked by the guard, he murmured something about leaving the two alone for a few moments, apparently having enough trust in Kaburagi that there were no tricks involved.