[Kira]

The warehouse was still old and still open to the Kid as Kenji had gotten used to calling him over the years. Plenty of time, thought Ken. Apollo stood in the doorway and Ken gripped his arm rest, knuckles cracking, veins popping out. "Move Creed!. . .Now!"
The skateboarder startd bad and sprinted fast out of the doorway, almost seeming to leave a dust doppleganger behind.
"Sorry" Apollo said from the other side of the football arena sized room. He could still hear his own voice echoing.
"Expecting the Kid today Ken?" Someone whispered. He strode out of the shadow of a dark corner. Kenji only nodded and tried to calm down. "He'll be here tomorrow Ken. . ." His wet, black, ink hair was in his face but showed no seriousness of the comment.
"No. . .today. . ." someone called from the door, droping a duffel bag, another still on his bag. "missin' me are ya?"
A smile came on to Ken's lips, a slight chuckle. . . and he was back to stern serious and not in the mood. "Welcome back K. . ."
"It's Terrier I decided. . .Justin. . .Terrier."
"Welcome back. . .Kid. . ."Ken still said.