Chuuya hesitated before reluctantly following, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Fine. I was on my way back, anyway...if it makes you feel better to escort me, then, whatever."

He looked the man up and down, before relaxing.

"...You don't look like one of those suited bastards. Should be fine."

"Im plenty capable of taking care of myself. Just 'cause I'm young, doesn't mean I'm weak."

The boy snapped, though whether this was genuine annoyance or simply how he constantly sounded was uncertain. His face was set in a permanent scowl.