Bookman Jr.

White flakes were falling lazily over the city, covering the landscape with a soft and sparkling carpet of coldness. The usually chaotic city was silent, an unusual and rare thing to occur. Most inhabitants locked away in their houses, giving the impression that the city was deserted. A sigh pasts his lips. For a moment he watches his breath fog in front of him with a detached interest, before he drags his attention up and away. His attention immediately caught by the orange hair of a figure only a small distance away. "Ah"

"Hm, Your a confident one aren't you?"

No. No. Don’t worry. Byakuran won’t go after the booty unless he really wants the booty. 

Well that provides a small bit of comfort.

Don’t worry much considering Byakuran is squeaky clean. 

That whole "Don't worry much" doesn't really put much worry to rest you know.

"Come join the Black Faction—"