" -- the HELL's this thing supposed to do...?, " a gruff voice mumbled (if you could call it a 'mumble'; his voice had a way of carrying) nearby. A tall man with a head of particularly spikey dark hair ambled slowly forward, toying with a sleek black version of the journal. Not that he knew what it was. Not like the guy behind the gate had been too helpful. Jerk. If he wasn't so sure this whole thing was the result of some bad rice or shit like that before bed (Miyako always warned him that'd happen), no -way- that gate-guy would've gotten away with blowing him off like that.

He dangled the strange contraption between his thumb and forefinger to a moment, making a face before he turned and tossed it swiftly into the nearest trash bin. Not like he was going to need it -- ten to one he was going to wake up any second now. Had to get up early and help the captain with some paperwork.

His teal eyes scanned the area, one hand coming to rest on Nejibana's hilt out of habit. Kaien raised a brow, frowning as he caught sight of a girl with wings... and a dress that left practically -nothing- to the imagination.

Damn. Last time he'd dreamed up something like -that- had been before he'd even met Miyako. He shook his head. Whatever. Least he could blame it on the bad rice.