Who: Muraki and Belphegor
Where: Some Italian restaurant
Style: Third preferred
Status: Closed
Warnings: Heavy creepiness
With Zion tending to the worst of his wounds the night he hurt himself, it wasn't hard to bandage the rest of them himself. His right hand wouldn't be fully useful for this dinner, but he could manage well enough with his left and with the motion he could comfortably do in his right.
Muraki changed the bandage on his finger, dressed neatly, and headed over to the restarant to meet with Belphegor. While he couldn't help his interest in the blond, he knew to play nice about it. The last think Muraki needed was to die here once again.