[nice day for a walk in the woods, right? maybe if you're not Rikuou. pushing through the trees with a very definite direction in mind, and just about as on edge as he can be]
*baby, it's cold outside. but on this backdated evening in December, Rikuou doesn't much care, even though he's standing outside in the snow and knocking with his free hand on the door of Girl's 2*
*if you are walking back through the woods behind boys' 17, you may notice that there are several more broken and splintered trees along the way than a few more days ago. someone's been venting recently*