“Your territory? Well, if you could point me in the direction of someone who actually looks like they can cause trouble? Besides, you should be going home. Your parents are probably worried.”
Kazuma’s hands remained in his pocket, and he didn’t take the other too seriously. If he didn’t find someone to feed off of, he’d just consume an innocent’s blood, though not to the point of killing them.
“My parents’ wouldn’t give two shits if I died, so.” Seki brushed her bangs behind her ear, looking up towards him. “Just get outta’ here, got that?”
She stood up, beginning to walk over to him as she noticed him not moving. “Do I need to beat you up, or some shit..?” Calm down, Seki; you’re 5′1″.
