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It hadn’t been too late in theevening. The day’s events as this moment hadn’t been too trilling. There wasnothing for Mikoto to recall as being a being a good time, but as of now while the sun was setting off in thedistance, the red haired male stepped into the bar where all his clan members gathered. They all wore faces that he recognized. Some were probably off in the city taking part in their own bits of chaos.
Mikoto took notice of Izumo cleaning a few glasses behind the bar while a younger member sat along one of the stools with his feet dangling a few feet off the ground. This King stepped himself across the room with his shoulders in a natural slump. No reason behind that other than the fact that he was exhausted. “Bored?” The tone he had used in addressing Yata had been his usual unemotional voice, but even so, he was a bit curious as to why this young fireball wasn’t out on the streets causing his typical sets of commotion.
