// Devour everything in the world, today is a special menu...
Who: bornfromdeath and topslug
When: July 20th, afternoon
Where: A pleasant little diner in Sector 4.
Summary: Kimihiko needs to sound out Yako Katsuragi regarding her "assistant" and sacrifices his wallet as an offering for the satisfaction of her stomach. Yako wishes to avoid talking about Neuro. Awkwardness ensues.
Warnings: TBA
[Ever since his talk with Naoya, Kimihiko had been mulling over Yako. Demonic power in her NV? And that assistant, with his suspicious behaviour. Considering how much he'd told her, he had begun to worry endlessly over her intentions. No, if she betrayed them, he'd take it as a lesson and get rid of her. Even if it were painful, she'd only be dying ahead of the crowd. Of course, that depended if he could bring this resurrection cycle to the end.
There had to be a way.
There had to be something. Some way to silence her if she was untrustworthy. But first he had to find out if she was. That was why he waited outside of their meeting point, jacket slung loosely over one shoulder. Ply her with food. Get her to relax. And then, the worst part. Get her to talk. Yes, Yako Katsuragi was the most closed-lipped person when it came to herself. It would be alright. He hummed one of her songs to himself as he waited, a familiar tune. For once, his headphones were entirely absent.
And then, spotting her in the street, he lifted a hand to wave to her.]
When: July 20th, afternoon
Where: A pleasant little diner in Sector 4.
Summary: Kimihiko needs to sound out Yako Katsuragi regarding her "assistant" and sacrifices his wallet as an offering for the satisfaction of her stomach. Yako wishes to avoid talking about Neuro. Awkwardness ensues.
Warnings: TBA
[Ever since his talk with Naoya, Kimihiko had been mulling over Yako. Demonic power in her NV? And that assistant, with his suspicious behaviour. Considering how much he'd told her, he had begun to worry endlessly over her intentions. No, if she betrayed them, he'd take it as a lesson and get rid of her. Even if it were painful, she'd only be dying ahead of the crowd. Of course, that depended if he could bring this resurrection cycle to the end.
There had to be a way.
There had to be something. Some way to silence her if she was untrustworthy. But first he had to find out if she was. That was why he waited outside of their meeting point, jacket slung loosely over one shoulder. Ply her with food. Get her to relax. And then, the worst part. Get her to talk. Yes, Yako Katsuragi was the most closed-lipped person when it came to herself. It would be alright. He hummed one of her songs to himself as he waited, a familiar tune. For once, his headphones were entirely absent.
And then, spotting her in the street, he lifted a hand to wave to her.]