Creepy, maybe, but then, Sano had been the sort of kid who lingered around places that were supposed to be haunted, and had left the team with more than a few sleepless nights when ghost story season came around. Sano looked up at the noise-he'd been looking for something to get Kaito's blood off his hands, at least, he didn't want to stain any of the cups-and sighed, coming out from the back rooms. At least there had been something to change into-he wasn't partial to yukata, no, but it was clean.
"...Spitfire." He didn't really know what to say. He was just so tired of watching people hurt themselves.