Snippet #2677936

Shit.

There was little hope of trying to hide now, so Haruka changed into pants that were slightly more presentable, a pair of ragged khaki pants that were clearly a few sizes too wide and held up with a cloth belt. Most importantly, they had pockets, which soon found the teenager's means of self-defense stuffed into one of the front ones. Finally, he threw on his least-tattered pair of sneakers in hope of keeping his feet a little more dry. He grabbed the old umbrella again and, with a sigh, hesitantly exited the tent.

Within a few moments, Yukimura emerged from around a corner on the ground. His eyes narrowed, but the rest of his expression seemed too divided between several other emotions to show any particular leaning. Before he spoke, his expression softened, borderline pleading when he finally opened his mouth.

"So, what do I have to do to make sure you don't tell people about my place?"