Having realized that the children were gone, Oni looked to his hand. "You could just heal it..." she said and he shook his head. "Not yet..." he breathed and Shizuma caught on. Smiling, she stuck to his side as they began wandering around the theater, stopping now and again to grab a moment of eye contact conversation. The pair was quite silent most times, unless they found themselves interacting with others. Soon they found a simple recreation room, much like their own at Japan, except that their room was always filled with children. There, they believed that all competition was on the video games so they wouldn't fight eachother out of anger. Seeing the pair from before the Asian partners walked forwards.

"Did she not sleep well last night?" Shizuma asked in a soft silken tone. Oni seemed to stare at the sleeping female with no interest, but one never really knew what was on the demon's mind. Finally his eyes moved else where as he surveyed the room. Shizuma definatelt was one to talk to their acquaintances, and Oni didn't speak much to anyone unless he felt the need. Sometimes be didn't speak to Shizuma, but since she understood him, things were slowly changing.

The white cloth around the white haired male's hurt hand was stained red, and the stain kept growing. He could have healed it, and he could have stayed behind from going to walk with Shizuma. He didn't even acknowledge the hurt hand, not caring or not paying attention to it.