Interlude
"Aniki, do you think they fell for it?"
Keisuke was lying on his stomach on his brother's bed, chin resting in his hands as his legs lazily kicked the air behind him. The distracted reply came from behind the computer.
"Hmm…of course."
"Really? Even that nasty Civic boy?"
He plucked a magazine from the nightstand and leafed idly through it, stopping every once in awhile to stare at a picture or two.
"Yes. Don't forget to make sure Fujiwara accepts their challenge."
"I won't. But, you're sure they'll issue a challenge?"
Keisuke yawned and stretched to the clacking of keys. Tossing the magazine to the floor, he burrowed under the comforter.
"Oh, they will. They practically have to now."
"Oh, ok."
"And Keisuke?"
"Unh?"
"Speaking of nasty Civic drivers, please do something about that Nakamura. We just can't take him anywhere."
"Yes, Aniki. Goodnight." He yawned again and snuggled deeper under the covers.
Ryousuke peeked out from behind his computer and shook his head at the sight.
"Goodnight."