Snippet #2463207

No way was Kyle going anywhere. Haru didn't have to worry about that. He had more than enough excitement for one day. That fight he got into at school, people chasing him on the street, that monster in Central Park, transporting to a completely different world to fight even more monsters-Man, he didn't want to do this anymore- and then a barfight. "I just want to go to bed," he muttered and hunkered down to start chomping on his own roll.

In between bites, he looked up to see how the little huddle of survivors were holding up. Some of them got knocked around more than he did. Kyle did duck under tables and such to avoid people. He already had a black eye from before they even got here, and couldn't afford any more injuries especially if they're stuck in the middle ages. Harper got hit pretty hard on one side of his face, and somehow took a chair out of the tavern. What would he do with that? The girls and a second blond boy sounded out of breath, but he didn't see any obvious injuries. "Good luck," he said quietly in the evening air.