[Espy]

HAYATE

"Tr...trust me, I'll be fine," muttered Hayate as he nearly tipped himself off the catwalk. He glanced down to make sure the mask was still tied to his belt, then thought about the base. He wouldn't be going back anytime soon, apparently. The vest and shirt would be sorely missed.

...It wasn't as if there weren't unattended-to clothesline nearby.

"...We need to split. That woman has a grudge against me, I'm sure," he mumbled, glancing backwards