[Freedom, then. Even if it was only freedom from those demanding questions for a little while. Chikusa would take what he could get. So all he did was step out into the cool night air, finally able to breathe. It settled against his skin as he began to walk away from the motel room, grounding him back to earth.]
[For a while, he walked without any particular destination and glanced over the various little buildings he passed by. Most of them, he found, were either the quick fast food places that thrived best with people only coming through for gas, or little family establishments that seemed to serve the usual things. It was a surprise, then, to pass by a small little seafood place that served sushi. Distantly, he thought about his foster parents, the ones who had kept him and given him his name. Perhaps that was why he ducked in, talking quietly with the cashier. It would be a little pricy, but that was fine. He was chasing something, he supposed.]
[It'd been ages since he'd spoken with his foster mother, he reflected as he waited for his food to be bagged up. Even with the changes he'd tried to make in his life, he'd been hesitant to contact her. What could he say? What did he want to say? Somehow, the demon's presence in his life made the issue all the more confusion for him. It was from him that he'd gotten that harsh little truth, and it was him that made it more than clear that Chikusa truly didn't have anyone else.]
[Still. He missed the life he'd once lived, in a way, if only because things had been so much simpler then, and seemingly kinder for it.]
[By the time he came back to the motel, it was with a couple of cans of soda, a box of steamed rice, salmon on a California roll, and yellowtail nigiri. He only paused for a moment before opening the door.]
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[For a while, he walked without any particular destination and glanced over the various little buildings he passed by. Most of them, he found, were either the quick fast food places that thrived best with people only coming through for gas, or little family establishments that seemed to serve the usual things. It was a surprise, then, to pass by a small little seafood place that served sushi. Distantly, he thought about his foster parents, the ones who had kept him and given him his name. Perhaps that was why he ducked in, talking quietly with the cashier. It would be a little pricy, but that was fine. He was chasing something, he supposed.]
[It'd been ages since he'd spoken with his foster mother, he reflected as he waited for his food to be bagged up. Even with the changes he'd tried to make in his life, he'd been hesitant to contact her. What could he say? What did he want to say? Somehow, the demon's presence in his life made the issue all the more confusion for him. It was from him that he'd gotten that harsh little truth, and it was him that made it more than clear that Chikusa truly didn't have anyone else.]
[Still. He missed the life he'd once lived, in a way, if only because things had been so much simpler then, and seemingly kinder for it.]
[By the time he came back to the motel, it was with a couple of cans of soda, a box of steamed rice, salmon on a California roll, and yellowtail nigiri. He only paused for a moment before opening the door.]
You better be decent...