Yamamoto was waiting, his things already packed up and the blanket half-folded over his arms. Still shirtless, though, and that... was a problem. The bandages hid everything interesting, but he couldn't go back to his house like this. Not without a lookout, anyway. "Don't suppose you grabbed my shirts with the blankets, huh?"

He was smiling, though. How funny was that? They were lucky Hibari didn't jump to any conclusions and kill them even worse.