Dyan sighed, sliding back in the chair he was sitting in. It had been about, a year maybe since both he and Shiro's Shinigami powers had both been stolen. Since then, he and Shiro had joined a new organization, Mistri it was called. He wasn't going to complain, it gave him free room and board, but sometimes days were just so damn boring, even with Ikimoshi with him. "It's like you're jealous." Ikimoshi had only been kind enough to point that out once. Dyan had emphatically denied it as soon as the words exited her mouth. He rolled out his door for a moment to look down to the bottom floor.