The maps were good, yes, but as the History Club had proven, some places remained unwritten. If Homura had discovered the room upstairs, then what else had people discovered and kept to themselves? The basement was open knowledge now, especially since someone had been so unwise as to write how to open the place on the board; but it had also yielded far too many dangers. And far too many consequences. So what else was locked away in people's heads, sealed behind closed lips? He supposed Ayumu was the best person to find that out, given her skills. Laughing a little, Okita said, "Yes, it's always wiser to rely on personal observations than the general word of mouth."

But do be careful. There are things here that not even I can fight. - was what he wanted to say, but he held his tongue and slipped the pillowcase over his shoulder, feeling the weight of the weapons inside press into his back. They were a cautious reminder that his night was going to be a dangerous one; which would be normal, if it weren't for the situation. "I promise!" he chirped out, cheerful despite it all. The cake in his hand certainly helped his mood at least. "I'll see you in the morning, yes?"

And with that, Okita waved ever so carefully with the cake filled hand and headed off toward Adel's room.

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