The Shadow snorted at Akane. 'Course he still loved her. Loved her enough to push her away before he ended up hating her. "I better still be your favorite."

Aoi reached out a hand and grabbed a fistful of Duster's shirt. He tugged him closer. "You're really terrible at this," he huffed. That was about as affectionate as he was willing to get with his little sister watching.

"Ok, I'm gonna get this shit done." He let go of Duster's shirt and gave it a quick brush to smooth out the wrinkles. Aoi turned to his Shadow.

"You ready to get back here so we can start doin' our own thing?"

The Shadow gave his shoulders a casual roll. "If you're serious. And don't think I won't know."

The two Aois stalked toward one another, and in a flash of purple light, one disappeared.