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I like to think I'm pretty good at that.

[causing trouble, getting into trouble. . . he truly has no idea what he is in for, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to cause a ruckus]

[either way, he falls silent for a bit as he gnaws on his granola bar, speaking again only when he's halfway through his snack. his tone is perfectly even, with all of his humor draining away as he nudges the conversation towards more somber topics]

. . . you have one of those marks too, right?

[like the one he saw on Yusuke's palm]