Kurikara was hungry again. His talk with the blue-haired man at breakfast had left a bad taste in his mouth - the conversation itself had been civil, but the thought...he couldn't wrap his brain around it. People without hearts. He refused to accept it.

But he'd spent a whole shift brooding over it, and that was quite enough. He could almost feel Hiei glaring when he entered the room. He wasn't hard to spot. Kurikara hesitated, glancing over at their supposed meeting first. He really wasn't interested right now.

He approached his demon, very ready to move if Hiei decided to attack first and explain later. He offered a cocky smirk that said one thing: whatever I did, I'm probably proud of it.