"You figured out anything for us to do yet?"
Hattori smiled and gently kissed her.
"Now there's nothing left that marks you as a tool for slaughter."
Hattori burned it in holy flame and reduced it to ashes.
"Let me see it for a second."
"Arisa, where's that thing you wear when you were forced to kill?"
"Seems like all the hard times have gone past."
"There's always next year."
"I normally go, but I think it's best that I don't since we've got the shadows to deal with."
"That was the magazine. They hold an annual art show overseas every year and they wanted to know if I was going this year." ooc: I'll be back in a few minutes.
Hattori's cell phone rang. "Hello? Sorry, I can't make it this year. Ok, you take care now."
"I don't think she'll go wandering off now though. Not without Ovan, anyway."
Hattori raised his eyebrow. "That makes her seem more like a pet...looks cute though."
Hattori put his hand around Arisa. "I guess afterwords, we can go to the studio so you can record some music."
Hattori smiled at Arisa.
Hattori sighed, refusing to think what he would do if he lost Arisa. ooc: That stinks. Hope it gets fixed soon.
Hattori silently walked along.
Hattori walked beside Arisa.
"Lead on, Arisa. I know you can think of something for us to do."
"After all, from what we went through yesterday, this'll be a much deserved break."
