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He returned the kiss, resting his hands on Tsuki's hips. "I believe your boy is probably very distraught." He looked over the angel's head toward Izumi, who he'd noticed was leaning against the school gate. The lunch hour was probably almost over.. which meant more time was to be wasted in classes again soon.

He blinked at suddenly being pulled along by the angel, then grew a dark grin at the comment. "Perhaps, but I think you enjoy it." He retorted, then grew a thoughtful look. "I think I forgot my sandwich."

He took the sandwich and examined it, then took a bite. "Have fun with your kid." He stepped past the angel and walked the rest of the way down the sidewalk, passing Izumi as well, then through the gates. He wasn't too fond of lettuce anyway..

He continued the rest of his classes in a fairly disinterested state. The first thing that he'd come to noticed was that a few of his teachers seemed even more bored with the lectures then him. The second, was that he was now more appreciative that he never had to be a human. He didn't think he would have survived.

Once the bell finally rang, he dragged himself out the door, pausing in the hall to stretch a bit and give his lower back a slight rub. He was really getting to despise those hard chairs. Ryan moved down the hall, through the narrow gap in the herd of students rushing to get home. He'd been busying his mind thinking about a number of things. Anything really to put aside what had happened earlier.

He walked quietly down the sidewalk, his pace fairly slow. The wind had begun to pick up, which was typical of early spring weather, and he pulled the coat closer around him, turning down an aged and brittle street. mostly woods and a few old, forgotten buildings lined it. As he came upon his destination, he paused, feet shifting as he faced the building and looked at it thoughtfully. An old church. Dead, lost and abandoned, with dust filled windows and cobwebs, vines climbing into the crevices and cracks in the old brick. One of those things that you can't help but wonder why it was left. After a moment, he opened the gate and stepped through, walking through the overgrown path that had at one time been a nice, pathed walkway.

Dust rose into the air as the door was pushed open, and with a short glance over the shoulder, he stepped inside to the darkened room. A typical old fashioned church setting. Benches on either side, with a single walkway in the middle. At the end, a few steps let to the pedastal once used by a pastor, and then a massive white cross hung on the wall. Boots crunched over aged debris as he cross the room, pausing to look up at the cross. It was simple.. No unique designs, no Jesus figure, just a white cross, now gone a grayish color from ages of dust gathering on it's wooden surface. The fallen angel looked to the right, at the small door half hidden by a large bookcase that was turned to face the room.