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"Yeah, sneaking out of the hotel sounds good. I'll see you guys in a bit, then." Hayden nodded as Romeo and Mizuki both headed off, presumably to go change and pack their luggage for their landing. He stayed in the cafeteria for a few minutes longer, finishing off his odd breakfast combination.

Hannah drained her glass and stood up. "Better go pack. And you should change into some normal clothes," she told her brother, eying his baggy black pants. "Normal and dry clothes."

"Yeah, yeah." Hayden waved her off as he headed to his cabin. Hmm...normal clothes... He was pretty sure that his long hair (which had grown out considerably, seeing as he hadn't been anywhere near a barber shop since stepping foot on the island) and earrings would always mean that he could never look normal, but then again...he didn't really want to be beat up on the streets of Hong Kong for looking like a hobo. ...yeah, "normal" it was. But he hadn't packed anything other than his martial arts uniform.

Well. That wasn't entirely true. There was always the outfit he'd been wearing when he first left home.

Ten minutes later, Hayden walked out of the cabin, dragging his suitcase behind him. Hannah took one look at his tweed sweater, blue-and-black striped tie, and white collar, and then promptly burst out laughing. "You're wearing that to Hong Kong?"

Hayden shrugged. "Bout as close to normal as I could get."

"From the back you kinda look like a schoolgirl."

"From the front you kinda look like an annoying prat. Wait. You are one."

And with that, they devolved into some rather meaningless sibling argumentation, cut short only by the fact that Mizuki and Romeo were both now walking out towards the dock as well.

"I take that back," Hannah muttered, eying Mizuki's kimono. "You all look like a bunch of misfits. We are so going to get shot."