[i] Lance nearly cringed once he finally found Damien. Under the cherry blossom tree, he looked like a complete wreck. Bloody bandages wrapped around him, and he was actually sleeping. Lance walked quietly out of one of the branches of the Dojo, a chocolate chip frappuccino in hand. He almost laughed aloud at the reactions some people he'd known would have if they'd known he was actually drinking such a thing...he blamed his daughter. [/i]