[ When they reenter the apartment, Nishitani is no where to be seen, but damn can he be heard. He's in the shower, singing loudly and poorly, pleased as a peach. The worst of the bloodstains have been cleaned up, along with the counters and stove. On the table is the meal he'd been preparing, two portions already put out with booze poured. The bloody karaage, rice, and whatever vegetables he could scrounge without going out, all in neat little dishes for the boys to eat. ]
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