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WHO: [Bad username or site: fuckingshogun title= @ livejournal.com] and OPEN
WHERE: Random City park #159
WHEN: Late Wednesday evening.
WARNINGS: Wordyness?
SUMMARY: Well porting back didn't have a good start like Saitou hoped it would, so he's gone off to mull a bit and get away to collect himself. Maybe be homesick, who knows.
FORMAT: Para

He'd actually gotten to go home.

At first, he was very skeptical when feeling that familiar pull of being dragged away from this reality. The last time it had happened, he'd been gone less than two days, at most. So this last time going home he'd figured it would be a repeat situation. Though, as he now knew, the Porter (since he had yet to find out about her real moniker) had actually granted him some sort of clemency and some extended time home with his family. It still bothered him, now back in the City, that he couldn't remember certain moments of being home... but there was nothing he could do here about it. That feeling of powerlessness against something so infallible bothered him more than he wanted it to.

And Elisa had had to see his video, of course. He scowled even now at the thought. Should have remembered enough when coming back in to filter his entries. But it was too late now. She was furious with him, as she should have been, and there was nothing he could do about that. Smoke an extra pack of cigarettes, maybe, to put his mind off it, but not much more than that. He had the sneaking feeling he was back on the police's Wanted List, because she'd been unusually quiet since then. Either that or she liked filtering things from him personally...

He groaned again as he sat down at a park bench, crossing his arms behind his neck and staring up at the streetlight nearby. Not the best of circumstances to arrive back to, at all. That and he still was unemployed and that made him pace restlessly like no other.

Too many problems, he thought to himself, letting out a sigh. At least for the moment he had some peace and quiet.

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Hiruma shrugged, "No idea. I don't know what they know, and I don't talk about you with them." he grins and taps his fingers on the bench.

This could prove to be very interesting, if nothing else.

"They are Jack Bauer and Cole McGrath. Even if you were here, I wouldn't have denied them a fucking room, you know." He blows a bubble, "I'll look suspicious if I say, 'Nah, no cops allowed here', you get me?"

Hiruma pauses, patting Saitou on the shoulder, "Ne! No fucking worries though! I'm an expert."

Yeah, he twitched just the slightest at the mention of Cole. He knew exactly who Saitou was. And what had happened with Cavil and Elisa. So there was that problem. They'd never really fought together, either, so Saitou didn't have a clear-cut image of how powerful he was. But he wasn't worried. Not right now.

"Understandable," murmured Saitou, though still mostly in his own thoughts. Hiruma's hand woke him out of that, however, and he looked over with another smirk. The bathead was confident, if anything else. "I'm sure."

"Kekekeke! We'll put a damn ladder out your window if we have to! I got plenty of ideas. Besides..." Hiruma shrugs, "There's a gazillion people on the other floors, and what's the chance that you fuckin see them anyway?"

The boy gave his friend a playful nudge, "Not like you're too social anyway. Shouldn't be too hard for you to avoid stuff!"

So Hiruma had thought the same thing, that it was a rare happenstance, but neither Cole nor Jack Bauer had crossed paths with him yet. It could still happen, of course, but his doubts were few. Especially when Hiruma nudged him like that, and Saitou couldn't help a small laugh. "To say the very least." Like, for instance, how he'd been immensely avoiding Elisa Maza since porting back. He'd rather like to keep his teeth, right now. Because he was more than certain that she'd deck him on sight.

"Kekeke! No worries, no worries at all! When you have me, there's not a damn care in the world." Hiruma grinned and jerked a thumb at himself, "Ne, aren't you glad I'm on your fucking side? Keh!"

The boy grinned a little to himself, closing his eyes and leaning against the bench, pleased with himself. Could he ACTUALLY guarantee Saitou's safety? Probably not... unless....

"Oi, is your fuckin' powerset still the same? Cause that can make it even easier to sneak out!"

Hiruma being in such a good mood was contagious, and Saitou couldn't help a light laugh. Though it didn't last long as he contemplated the boy's query.

... Though instead of answering outright, Saitou decided instead to test it for a more accurate answer. He knew by now that his hearing and speed had returned. The wolf aspect, though, he wasn't sure.

However seconds later when he'd hopped off the bench and was looking up at Hiruma with bright yellow eyes, four paws and a tail, he knew he'd come back with all three. At least the transformation had gotten easier.

The boy just chuckled right back, then watched. The all too familiar sounds and sights of shapeshifting happened right before his ears and eyes and he gave a sly grin and a nod.

"Perfect! And the best part about this one? The cops don't know you have it. We should be sure to keep it that way...!" After all, if one didn't take the time to properly look, a black wolf looked like nothing more than a large black dog.