Good on him. Clubs were a waste of time. Or so Shinjiro told himself. Not that he had ever bothered to participate in any. Hell if he knew how any of them managed to budget their time between school, clubs, and Tartarus to begin with.

He finally leads them out of the back alleys, stopping and reorienting himself for a few seconds before choosing to walk in a northernly direction. Less trouble that way, and nearer to decent society.

"You bother to even join anything?"

His words, of course, though knife-sharp, are only as harsh as one interprets them to be.