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[It was late. Fuuma had lost track of time - not to say he was doing anything important, rather the opposite, really - and was now headed back to the new apartment he shared well after midnight. It was hard to feel tired when he spent the days doing nothing. He'd never been the type to sleep a lot, but here it was worse. But he'd wandered to everywhere he could think of already, sat on a roof and watched Kamui's house for a while, and anything else that came to mind before realizing what time it was.]
[He doubted that his new room mate would care much about his coming and going, but he didn't really want to run into someone patrolling with the Defense Force at this hour. It was irritating to deal with people who would try to stop him for no reason apart from them being part of a group meant to police other inmates. Not that it had mattered much lately... But Fuuma hadn't poked his nose much into Sasuke's business, even when the kid came home looking like he got beat up the other day. If he wasn't involved, there was no sense in interfering.]
[It didn't take him long to get back to the new apartment in sector five, opening the door as silently as he can, and shutting it softly behind him. He wasn't hungry, so he might as well try to get some sleep... Tomorrow would make 54 days that he had been here. He really needed to find something to do.]