"Aw, come on!" Itto protested, draping an arm lazily around his childhood friend's shoulders. "It was just a little jar! I mopped up the dust and everything! How was I supposed to know that was the dude's granny? Who keeps their granny in a jar like that?"

He pouted, feeling very sure of his innocence. He hadn't meant to crash through the window into someone's living room and knock down the altar to their deceased grandma. And he'd cleaned up! The guards hadn't agreed with his assessment, however, and arrested him for what was probably the fifth time that month. Shinobu, bless her heart, had been busy with the gang's, um, incredibly numerous other problems, as she often was, and so on occasion getting Itto out of trouble would fall to his childhood friend. Like today.

"Besides, breaking and entering? I didn't do that!" He paused. "...I mean, I guess I did break the window and enter the dude's house...but...it was an accident! And I wasn't stealing anything, I was just taking out the trash! It was all broken stuff! And—"

It had always been like this. Itto was spontaneous, wild, went with the flow, acted first and thought not at all, took things in stride, and consequences? He dealt with those as they came. His childhood friend, meanwhile, was diligent, hardworking, a planner, careful, and considerate. How they were friends was anyone's guess, but he had never once doubted their friendship. Itto was a moron, yes, but he knew his friend inside out, knew when his friend was upset, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt someone so near and dear to his heart.

Noticing his friend's scowl, Itto stopped talking for a moment, his eyebrows lifting in a mix of surprise and contrition. "Are you mad at me? You're mad at me." He frowned. "Is it because I mopped up that guy's granny? Do you want me to go apologize? I can go apologize."