Izumo was not much of the grave-visting type. But he was much of the errand-running type, often literally. So when he rounded the corner at a jog, he nearly collided with someone. He sidestepped with a yelp, then got a good look at his victim. Oh, that Nara kid. Shikamaru. Izumo waggled his fingers in greeting, and hefted his grocery bags. Shikamaru was an alright kid. Sarcastic as hell and smart as all fuck, but an alright kid.

"Going to play with the ghosts?" he asked, nodding to the shougi board.