It wasn't until he got home, that Shinzuu realized how much his hand hurts. He growled as he walked into the apartment home and dove into the refrigerator. Shiori sniffled as she was awoken by the sound and in a dazed state, stared at her son who was now icing his hand, but it didn't register in her mind that it was anything until he was walking over to the other couch. "Oh! Are you alright? You must be out to kill yourself today, aren't you? Come, let me take a look at it." Shinzuu refused at first, but thought the wiser when Shiori eyed him angrily. She removed the ice and examined Shinzuu's hand. Shiori moved his fur aside and examined the hand more thoroughly, "You were fighting, weren't you? Your knuckles on your ring finger pinky are swollen. Most people get these when they don't know what they're doing. I used to drag your father out of the bar after he gets knocked out there. Of course, this was way before you were born, but I know fighting scars/bruises when I see them. It looks like you didn't use this hand a lot so you should be fine. It could have been worse, you could have potentially broken your finger joints. Please stay away from fighting, sweetie. I'm pretty sure Kugutsune would be upset to see his son turn out like him, even if it's from the other side." Shinzuu sighed and wrenched his hand away, slouching back onto the other couch and slowly falling asleep in it. He had no idea that the next day would turn his entire world upside down for both himself and his friends.