He tilted his head. No, just yourself. I'll meet you there.

Jumping from the steeple, Kuronue did a wide circle of the school and then began making his way to his room. Yukimura would probably get there first. He'd notice, first of all, the the floor was one large futon except for a few places, like his table with the sunken floor. Slightly bouncy though, like western beds. In the corner of the room was what could only be described a nest of blankets and pillows. That was what Kuronue wanted.