Walkies: Bikies because it was raining
Editing: Small amount
Writing: hit 200 words
“Personally, I don’t see what the problem is. It’s not like he hasn’t seen naked women before,” Shizuku said as she rounded the side of another rubble-filled street. “I don’t know why they didn’t let us in.”
“The man said that I was too young,” Kalluto reminded her. “I think they were serving alcohol there too. They didn’t seem too happy about me being there, maybe I should stay away the next time you visit? I don’t want to be a bother.”
Nobunaga stopped for a moment before shaking his head. "You're not a bother Kalluto," he said reassuringly. "We just need to find another way for you to help out. The bouncer is just doing his job; if anything we could always pretend that we were there as a test to ensure the club isn't serving underage customers. I'll go back later with Phinks; maybe that will distract him from his clown obsession."
“Well, I know that I’m not as strong as you all yet,” Kalluto explained. “I have a lot to learn...and although alcohol doesn’t affect me, I know that I’m not allowed to drink it yet.” He fiddled with his sleeve. “I think Phinks would be a better person to take with you. I’ve never really liked clubs anyway,” he admitted. “Whenever Illumi would take me to them for training, I felt so out of place.”
"You'll get there, and I'm sure we can continue your training in a way that you find more suitable. Maybe you could join Machi on her patrol? You get along with her, don't you?" Nobunaga suggested.
“Hey, he gets along just fine with us too,” Shizuku said defensively. “It’s the bouncers that he didn’t like- What’s that?” she asked, pointing to a parcel that had been left in the doorway of an old church. “And do I know this place? It feels familiar.”
Looking at where his teammate was pointing, Nobunaga resisted the urge to sigh. "That's the old headquarters," he reminded her. Taking a couple of steps closer, he drew his sword to carefully poke the package. "Well, it doesn't seem to be booby-trapped, but you two stay there; I'll take a closer look," he instructed before crouching down to inspect the package and squinting at the neat handwriting on the attached note.
"For my new friends, please accept this token of gratitude for your previous hospitality. PS: You may keep the bowl," he read aloud, and scratched his chin thoughtfully. Well, I can only think of one person who would know to leave something here for us. But I better take this back for Feitan to look at. Captain Cannibal doesn't strike me as the hands-off type. If he wants to kill somebody, then he’d do it while he looked into their eyes. Carefully picking up the parcel, he carried it back to where the others were waiting.
"Looks like we’ve got a special delivery," he offered in explanation to Kalluto's curious look. "We should discuss what to do with it with the others; the new base is only around the corner," he reminded Shizuku.
“It is?” Shizuku asked, running for a few steps to keep up with Nobunaga’s long strides. “Why did we move? Was there a leak?”
“A cannibal found out where we were staying and Fetian thought that it would be better to sleep somewhere that wouldn’t risk us being eaten in the night,” Kalluto explained patiently. “My brother always recommended against being eaten; although, if it came down to it, he suggested that we offer up Miluki first.”
When he saw the blank looks he was getting, he added, “He’s fat. And no one likes him.”
"That sounds like very good advice," Nobunaga replied as he tried to picture what Kalluto's home life was like. "Hopefully Shalnark will have turned up while we were out. I never thought I'd miss his annoyingly happy attitude."
“Who?” Shizuku asked curiously
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll remember him when you see him,” Kalluto offered, patting Shizuku’s arm and wondering what kind of brain damage she had.