Kyoune was tired and hungry by the time he got back to his room, carrying a bowl of ravioli with him and a cup of tea.  Letting himself into his room, he sat on the bed and started to eat before noticing something on the floor.  Putting his food down on the bed, he went over and picked it up, finding a little drawing.

“Oh, is this something from Pochi?”  He stared at it, but it just seemed so violent.  Frowning, he got his bowl and cup, going to Karai’s room and using his foot to knock on the door.