| [Jan. 7th, 2009|08:44 am] |
Katsuko barely blinked at Ryouma's abrupt departure before turning her attention to her remaining companion.
Haya--whatsit had money. Money meant food. Food meant Katsuko wasn't hungry anymore. Therefore, she needed Haya--whatsit's money.
She clutched her stomach as it gurgled warningly and gave the thin black-haired boy a pleading look. "Food? You wouldn't happen to know where to find it, would you?"
Right now she was past the point of caring whether she looked pathetic or not. Hayate knew where food was, and he had money. That was good enough for her. |
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