Kiriwar was getting bored fast, and suddenly was internally missing Gunzi because of his growing used to fighting with the blonde bastard. "Fuckin' nutcase," he murmered to himself, and nevermind the fact he was probably just as crazy as the blade-wielding man was in his own little way. He hadn't touched the journal once--the thing thrown at him happened to of been it, actually--since he'd stuffed it into his inner pocket. He held no concern for it until it proved useful. "Fuckin' PLACE." He hissed suddenly, as he bristled a little at the sight of all the blondes. 'Bossman' and Gunzi were the only blondes he'd ever known in AREA:RAY... and this place was OVERRUN in them. It irritated him for some reason; and the fact it was clean also annoyed him.

The Big Bad Wolf was used to hunting in the darker woods, not these pathetic, sterilized and fake woods. Noticing an open window with some nice, rather white and shiny curtains, Kiri headed towards it and reached in. Unholstering his pipe from his shoulder, he calmly started to wipe off the blood that was on his dear Mitsuko-san. She didn't need these fake people's blood all over her right now, but that had calmed him down. He should do it again. "Tama would be handy right now," he idly said, before seeming to notice that someone was coming near him.

Oh? Someone not blonde? While finishing wiping the blood off on the previously clean curtain, he lifted the pipe up to his shoulder and listened to the tags jingle together like a windchime. A dangerous windchime.