You sit on Chuuya's lap while he is currently writing reports, holding you close to him with one arm while you sit in just your shirt. You don’t even remember how many months have passed since you were last on the street, Chuuya keeps you with him, not letting you out at all, justifying it with “Danger in the city.” But you still don’t give up hope of getting out, watching boredly as Chuuya silently writes inscriptions on paper about the last mission.