And the answer was: not all that much. Holding a shinai like a foil just didn't feel right, so by the time it was time to answer Hershel's strikes, Heiji was back to his normal grounded stance. Not, however, without taking the opportunity to wing a couch cushion at his opponent as he bounced off the couch and onto the table. The Braille magazine on top ripped loudly, scattering pages across the floor. SORRY, SNAKE.

"Well, maybe someday he will! I'd rather have some mystery novels, though." MURDER MYSTERY NOVELS okay no.

Heiji hopped off the table and in front of the doorway, flashed Hershel a smile, and then... ran right down the hall, heading in the direction of the cafeteria.