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“Shinoda.” Kido elected.
“Shinoda.” Rindo agreed.
“Not me.” their resident sword-enthusiast argued. “Pick someone else.”
He exchanged a discreet, co-conspirational glance with Jin, who responded with a tiny nod.
“Pick someone else.” Shinoda repeated. “Or I’ll-”
“Rindo’s a smoker, Reiji, Konami and Jin are too young.” Kido interrupted. “And everyone else is too tired to stand, let alone talk to those wolves.”
“But it’s fine to feed me to them instead?” Their suddenly camera-shy sword-enthusiast shook his head stubbornly.
Keep talking, Jin mouthed.
“You’ll live,” Rindo soothed. “Probably.”
Kido gave him a withering look, stepping in to distract Shinoda from whatever plan Jin was currently carrying out.
“They’re only people.” Kido tried. “Just cut them down verbally.”
Now he was on the receiving end of Shinoda’s own signature withering look.
“And I think that’s just a load of b-”
Shinoda was thankfully interrupted by the arrival of Ruka, who had her hands planted on her hips defiantly.
“Ruka.” he sighed, already feeling a headache creeping up at her entrance. “What’s wrong?”
“Are you going to die?” She asked, staring up at him solemnly.
Shinoda closed his eyes, before turning to glare very pointedly at Kido.
“I’m not going to die.” Shinoda answered, although the look in his eyes suggested that someone else would.
“But Jin said you were going to get fed to wolves!”
“It’s not that bad.” he said tersely. “I’ll be fine.”
“So you’ll talk to them?”