Adding to the list of uncharacteristic behaviour as Yosuke finally squeaked to a halt nearby was his failure to whine even a little bit at her comment. He seemed reluctant to look her in the eye, but catching a glimpse of his expression would reveal the look of a person who'd seen the face of hell - or at least the side of a wall, if the faint bruising was anything to go by. "I was hurrying, I was hurrying," he mumbled hopelessly. "Let's just leave it at that..."

But no sooner had he begun to breathe a sigh of relief than it caught in his throat, and he froze. "Oh god, it's here."

The ominous sign he'd just spotted out of the corner of his eye? The twitch of a furry ginger tail, a little ways behind the closest trash can.