[Truly, it's impressive how thoroughly Kurama is able to wrangle his temper simply by refusing to provide it any fuel. Yusuke just lets out an aggrieved noise and flops backward into the sand, staring up into the night sky where there's still traces of color from the fireworks. Perhaps part of what freaks him out about all this is how genuinely celebratory the atmosphere is, frankly. Nobody eyes them with suspicion or moves to the other side of the street or even to challenge them to see if they live up to their reputation as criminals. He's just some kid, and Yusuke's not sure how to deal with that. For all that he'd embraced his reputation as a punk and a thug back home, he's never actually been the sort of person who terrorizes people just trying to exist peacefully to entertain himself. He picked fights with the type of people who wanted them, with a chip on their shoulder and something to prove just like him.]
I don't even know where to start.
[He admits, finally, voice softer now. Without turning to look to his friend, he adds:]
I've never been great at figuring out how to solve problems I couldn't punch.
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I don't even know where to start.
[He admits, finally, voice softer now. Without turning to look to his friend, he adds:]
I've never been great at figuring out how to solve problems I couldn't punch.