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Drabble 001: Burden of Guilt – Samurai Champloo

They both weren't talking.

Fuu tapped her foot, arms crossed. They flinched as her arm lashed out, finger pointing at an empty bag.

"Somebody ate the last of our food. Start talking."

After a moment Mugen said, "It wasn't me."

Jin put his hand to the hilt of his sword.

Mugen did the same, growling, "Wanna go at it!"

"ENOUGH!" They sat back down in a hurry.

"All right," she said, a headache forming, "go make money. NOW."

They left in under a second, Mugen's muttering marking their direction.

Fuu sighed.

On the roof, a flying squirrel groaned, stomach aching.