This Ryoji Mochizuki—Death, or its vessel, or whatever— has a cute birthmark in her eyes, huh? Usually that wouldn't be such a big deal but...
That made Akane wonder... but for now, she held back those questions. They had a tour to get through.
While Zenkichi receded into the background, now speaking to Igor in hushed tones, Akane planted her hands on her waist and stared up at the board. With its mismatched notes, haphazard organization, and barely functional attempt at keeping everything in order, she couldn't help but snort.
"Man, this thing is a mess," she remarked, her voice carrying that distinct snark only. "Like, I get that it does the job, but still. The amount of fated rivals, old grudges, and way too many guys crowded in one place? It’s like watching a sitcom—except the whole thing’s on fire."
She turned to Hamuko, her LED-lit eyes flashing with amusement before moving on. "Alright, basics first—so, like, 88% of the population here is below the age of twenty. 9% of them are like- immortal or supernatural or something else. You got about 24% who are kids or teenagers, like me. Or younger. And like 5 atleast-once adults. " She rolled her shoulders slightly. "Technically, my code says I should be fourteen. But I dunno. I feel like I fluctuate between, like, fourteen and sixteen, depending on the day."
She paused, considering something before casually throwing out her next question.
"Oh, also—what’s your opinion on cops?"
Because boy hoo boy, if Hamuko had issues, she might as well know now, before she dropped the Wolf-shaped bomb on her.
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"Cute."
This Ryoji Mochizuki—Death, or its vessel, or whatever— has a cute birthmark in her eyes, huh?
Usually that wouldn't be such a big deal but...
That made Akane wonder... but for now, she held back those questions. They had a tour to get through.
While Zenkichi receded into the background, now speaking to Igor in hushed tones, Akane planted her hands on her waist and stared up at the board. With its mismatched notes, haphazard organization, and barely functional attempt at keeping everything in order, she couldn't help but snort.
"Man, this thing is a mess," she remarked, her voice carrying that distinct snark only. "Like, I get that it does the job, but still. The amount of fated rivals, old grudges, and way too many guys crowded in one place? It’s like watching a sitcom—except the whole thing’s on fire."
She turned to Hamuko, her LED-lit eyes flashing with amusement before moving on. "Alright, basics first—so, like, 88% of the population here is below the age of twenty. 9% of them are like- immortal or supernatural or something else. You got about 24% who are kids or teenagers, like me. Or younger. And like 5 atleast-once adults. " She rolled her shoulders slightly. "Technically, my code says I should be fourteen. But I dunno. I feel like I fluctuate between, like, fourteen and sixteen, depending on the day."
She paused, considering something before casually throwing out her next question.
"Oh, also—what’s your opinion on cops?"
Because boy hoo boy, if Hamuko had issues, she might as well know now, before she dropped the Wolf-shaped bomb on her.