Day 49: Noon - Bill's Hardware

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When the rain started coming down even harder the nurses showed up to interfere, one shooing Senna off and the other insisting that Hanatarou find some shelter from the rain. Considering how cold and wet it was, and that he had only a jacket and hat to protect himself from the rain, he didn't really have any reason to argue, but still he might've

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It hadn't been long before a stranger came up and interrupted Hanatarou as he pretended to be fascinated by a shelf displaying rolls of tape in different colors. "Huh?" he said, blinking at the taller boy in surprise at being addressed, then after a moment started to actually pay attention to what said boy was saying. Pink hair and green eyes he knew, but...well, he hadn't exactly had reason to judge how hard Sakura hit. Maybe he was talking about the girl with pink hair he'd met last night? Too bad Hanatarou couldn't remember her name.

"Ah, I know, um...well, Sakura-san?" The shinigami absently rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as he considered. "I don't know about hitting anyone, though."

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The sudden enthusiasm was startling, to say the least, and Hanatarou automatically flinched away before he caught himself. "Er, I know, ah, a Sakura-san? I m-mean, um, she has pink hair, and. Well. She said she's a healer. Is it the same person?"

He was pretty sure he hadn't see Sakura today, or last night either, and didn't really have the slightest idea where to start looking for her. How exactly he was supposed to help the stranger find her when he wasn't even sure they were talking about the same Sakura, he had no idea. But he didn't want to object or anything, lest he offend the boy. Getting dragged into other peoples' business seemed to happen to him quite a bit lately.

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There wouldn't be two of her specifically, but...well, it seemed like if he tried to explain himself then Hanatarou would just confuse the situation even more. Probably best not to try to say anything at all, so he just bobbed a small nod in mildly confused response to both the confirmation that it was the right Sakura (what exactly was a "med-ninja"?) and relief that he hadn't been hit by her. Or anyone, really. It wasn't high on his list of fun things.

"Er, supplies? Like, medical supplies?" The healer glanced around himself as though expecting bandages to replace the hardware sitting on the shelves nearby. "I don't...I haven't seen any? Here. At least." Blink again, then he turned back to the enthusiastic blond boy. "What did you need to tell her?"