Teru blinked at the words and then the corners of his lips curled up into a half smirk. "Ah. Is that it?" He reached for one of the dishes and began taking some of the food, dishing it out onto his plate. His mouth was watering already and he felt a little bit like he was at home even if that was impossible and he knew it. There was something horrible about being in America, ugly and jarring. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but he knew that he didn't like it. It was like there was constantly a layer of dirt over his skin that he couldn't wipe off.
Teru switched over to Japanese when he began to eat, feeling more at home with the language and the words. "Have you heard anything?" It was a simple enough question, but with Yuan working at the paper like he did, it was him that Teru tended to get his information from. It was partially because it was nice to be able to keep up with the world without having to read in English and part because Teru was starting to feel those urges again.
They were becoming more insistent now. Horribly so and he was looking for victims. A mass murderer. A rapist. Yuan had always pointed him in the direction before and Teru had dispatched the person without much fuss, buying himself a reprieve until the next time.