Megohime alternated from taking a drag from the cigarette, to burning small circles in her arm, dropping the cigarette in the toilet and flushing it before stashing the cigarettes under the sink again, unlocking the door and opening it.
"Mego, there is everything to talk about...you can't be doing this shit again, it took me all of middle school to get you to stop...I don't want to take our entire high school year to get you to stop again.."
"I know, babe..." He cooed, petting her hair gently, "I know it's scary, but he really does feel bad...give it time...til then, I'll ask him to keep his distance..ok?"
Nana was now able to moved out of her wheelchair, but only for a few minutes and with Chosokabe's aid, but it didn't seem to affect her mood. "I can almost taste the salty sea water. The doctor says I'll be able to surf by next year." She smiled softly.