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[ it takes a few tries, but eventually successful in his efforts HiMERU can see that it is a higher quality kitchen knife on the smaller side, not unlike one owned by a chef proper over something a housewife might use...

... with some sort of dark crimson flaking off it as it runs agaisnt the ground. it isn't a lot, more of a line against the blade rather than coating it like it would if it stabbed someone, but it is very much there.

the knife faintly smells of blood. ]

Hmm...?

[ He turns back, and he cannot help the little bit of apprehension he feels as HiMERU begins fishing for an object. Drawing near again, his hand hovers around him, in case he should lose his footing or need a quick pull.

He frowns as the object-- a knife, as it turns out, is dragged nearer them, eyes squinting as the older idol gathers it up.]

. . . Is that blood?

[ . . . It isn't covered. It certainly doesn't feel like some sort of crime has taken place here.

. . . At least outwardly. Though he can't help but be reminded of the knife that was buried in the center of Crow's chest. ]

Perhaps someone was donating blood to the void?

[A soft snort, not entirely free of disdain.] And who would do that?

[A hypothetical question, of course. Not him. Definitely not Tsukasa. Certainly not any other desperate and miserable rocks-for-brains saps to be found around here.

HiMERU holds the blade to the light, frowning at the threads of dried blood. Perhaps the blade is a romantic choice when it comes to bleeding for bleeding's sake, but it still seems like an inelegant solution to him overall.]

The make of this is too professional, meaning it likely didn't come from a home kitchen. Pilfered or brought from a commercial kitchen. Either a restaurant, then, or...

[A side-glance at Tsukasa. He doesn't have to spell it out, right?]

[ He cannot comment. He did tend to believe he kept his own forays rather private, but considering how his cousin had always followed him before, previous to their argument... well, he isn't as secretive as he would like.

Still, all of this...

... ]

People are desperate right now.

[ Quietly spoken. ]

. . . And I cannot say I blame.

[HiMERU only smiles thinly between a glance at Tsukasa and back to the direction of the all-consuming void, growing larger even as they speak...

Yes, people are desperate. But their desperation hasn't been enough. Perhaps Matoba was right... They never would be, either.

HiMERU withdraws a handkerchief from his pocket to wrap the blade in, tying it carefully.]

Why don't we take a moment to inquire the local businesses if any of their kitchens are missing a knife, lately?

Perhaps the same place this little snack came from?

[ He wishes he could recall which one sold these. He's visited most of the businesses here, he believes, but he doesn't know if this is sold between them all or exclusive to one. ]

At the very least I can lead the way. I have a friendly relationship with most of the cafe owners. Ib-san and I visited a few. And in fact, we helped out a little at a couple of them in exchange for eating there.

[ It had felt only right, despite how most insisted it was fine. ]

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