Justin smiled for the briefest second, reaching to give Giriko's hand a similar squeeze.
By the time they reached Noah, however, Justin made sure that they weren't too close to each other; Noah seemed like he would be the type to exploit any sort of information he could get his hands on. The meeting itself was quick and painless; new orders, kill little miss Albarn, that would hardly prove to be difficult.
Giriko on the other hand had been assigned shinigami-sitting duty for the next few hours. Evidently Woodchuck's - or whatever his name was - bitch slapping hand had gotten tired and needed a break. Justin hung around, not really sure if he should go back to his room or keep Giriko company for the duration of his shift.
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By the time they reached Noah, however, Justin made sure that they weren't too close to each other; Noah seemed like he would be the type to exploit any sort of information he could get his hands on. The meeting itself was quick and painless; new orders, kill little miss Albarn, that would hardly prove to be difficult.
Giriko on the other hand had been assigned shinigami-sitting duty for the next few hours. Evidently Woodchuck's - or whatever his name was - bitch slapping hand had gotten tired and needed a break. Justin hung around, not really sure if he should go back to his room or keep Giriko company for the duration of his shift.