Aoi walked down the streets of the Death, finally having escaped her chores. Well, more like, escaped the chores that her older sisters had left her to deal with. It really wouldn't have been an issue, if it wasn't an almost everyday occurence. But Aoi had once again, put the groceries on the kitchen table and called her sisters down to help put them away before taking off. She wasn't shirking anything really, it had been their day to go shopping anyways. But they'd probably end up pushing the work on her brothers. As sly as her sisters were, they might even make her younger brother think it's just a game. But now Aoi wasn't worried about that. Now she was walking down the street with her small bookbag over her shoulder and her glasses on. It had been a while since she'd seen her sensei, Bell. She wondered...maybe she could request to go help the Stealth pick up. She'd heard that they'd been in a small war recently. She hoped that Bell was okay. With a sigh, Aoi continued on. She wanted to find someplace nice to read. Maybe she'd visit a cafe or small bar or something. That'd be nice. She was so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't realize her book had slipped right out of her bookbag. Nor did she realize that before she'd left home, she'd forgotten completely to even zip up her bookbag at all.