Having finished his own food, Yazoo was once again resting his elbows on the table, listening to the sound of the flute as it floated around the cafeteria. It was interrupted, though, by Kadaj’s voice, and he answered his question with a small shrug.

“Pulling cat-boy around on his leash some more,” he said with a small smirk, flicking some hair behind his shoulder. He looked around the cafeteria, but failed to spot Seimei among the other patients (even though he wasn’t hard to miss). Oh, well, it wasn’t like he cared about Seimei. He just liked to check up on his toys and make sure they were still in one piece. If there was one thing he hated, it was when they broke before he was finished with them.