"I keep mace on me at all times. Plus, I can fight if I absolutely need to do so." He leaned back against the couch and sighed softly as he looked around. Did it really look good in here? He hated it, wanted something nicer, like what Mika had. He'd never admit he was jealous of his sister.
"Thanks. Someday I'll be able to afford something nicer on the outside. Maybe once Keisuke gets a job we can move into the apartments that the club provides for it's employees."