~Ten~

[demented_mama]

[Action/Voice]

[It's earlier on in the day and the tease are out, fluttering their way through the village, wrecking havoc in their flesh-eating ways. There isn't much to hear from this recording Luceti, only quickened footsteps, the creaking slide of an apartment window being slammed shut and a huff.]

...oho, got it.

Last thing I need is death

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[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[Give her second to take in the image, first looking at Hanekoma, eyes flickering to the jar in his hands, then... all of that blood.

It's brief, a flash in her eyes of concern before it's suddenly gone and the exasperation just settles into her face.]

Sanae.

You're an idiot.

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[Hello snark, have you met Sanae yet?]

Ohoh, now that I've been informed of the circumstances... my comment still stands.

[.....]

Are you still bleeding?

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[It doesn't matter how fast he drops his arm from her view, it's hard to get much past a three-eyed woman in the first place. She saw, the damage done to his arm and his wince and looking at the blood, can already imagine the scent of copper heavy on her tongue.

Just because she's become desensitized to these sorts of things doesn't mean she likes them.

She sighs a little, not particularly heavy but there's a tiredness to it and the words slip out the same afterwards.]

I don't tell lies, Sanae.

[You can call me.]

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[She's not really worried, no, not really, no, this certainly bugs her but she isn't worried. Though if it did worry her, even just a little, enough for her to think on it, maybe it would feel like now (she's so bad at recognizing these things sometimes, she gets annoyed by that alone).]

You're a grown man, I can't make you do anything.

[But. And here her tone changes, stronger, full of pride and a touch of haughtiness that slips around her words so easily.]

But I know I'm damn good at what I do so yes or no, Sanae.

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[He gives? Hah. What a way to put it. But it's enough. With a low chuckle to herself,]

Where are you right now, Mr. Hanekoma?

[When she says his name that way, there's a mocking, teasing quality to it, not to be mean, but playful enough to recognize, with just a hint of smugness (she likes it when she wins) and it will likely be the only time she calls him that. She's an adult, she doesn't bother with those things, always with first or given names instead.]

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

[The little reaction she gets amuses her but just as the moment came, she lets it go, focusing on what he says next. Home, makes sense, however...]

That's a distance from here, wouldn't be so bad but... [All her supplies are here and considering he's the injured one she should go to him but it would be far too inconvenient that way. Great. But her train of thought is interrupted at the mention of the tree.]

...nope.

[Yet, without missing a beat.]

Didn't kill you.

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

...

[What the hell, she knows he isn't human, whatever he is and how well he can protect himself, if he says he can, well. Let him, if it gets her what she wants.]

Okay. You remember where, don't you?

[It'd been awhile ago when he'd come to visit her, at the start of Dragobete, but he probably remembers.]

Hmm, you're stylish, you'll be able to replace your furniture easily enough.

[ voice ]

[demented_mama]

Bingo ♥

[And on that note Mom starts shuffling around on her side of the journal, she has to start getting ready, though his latter comment gets a laugh out of her.]

Ohohoh, you're free to move your furniture moving woes higher up on your priority list after I'm done with you.