Soubi exited the apartment building with his own school back over his shoulder. No proper showers for how ever long they'd been in the stupid city and less than stellar meals had him crankier than usual. And he was pretty annoyed at the idea of this new threat popping up close enough to see the smoke and smell the death. No way he was letting Ritsuka go out alone with a stranger.
He left his text books of course. No need for them on this trip. And the dirty gym clothes, which were just as dirty as his current clothing as they had nothing to change into. And the shoes of course. No, he had a drawing pad and some pencils and erasers and the small first aid kit (assorted band-aids really) and of course, his phone. It might get bars at some point.
Ears low, but not quite flat, and sticking out to either side of his head, Soubi stopped a few inches behind Ritsuka, "Ready."