// Devour everything in the world, today is a special menu...

[bornfromdeath]

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

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[topslug]

[ The warmer weather was a good excuse to wear something more suitable for the season. It was after some hesitation that Yako chose to don the outfit Kimihiko had been kind (or simply generous) enough to purchase for her on their last shopping trip. Whether it was meant as a sign of her goodwill or simply to deflect his attention was debatable, even to her.

She had her own reasons for feeling reservations about this meeting, and most of them revolved around a demon with a grin full of too many teeth. While she'd normally do her best to shake that feeling off, she had a sinking feeling Neuro was going to come up in the discussion one way or another. He always seemed to, these days. It was just a small mercy he hadn't insisted on tagging along this time, presumably preoccupied with sniffing out his next meal ticket. He'd find her when he needed her.

For now, she waved back at Kimihiko, scuttling across the street the moment the stoplights changed. ]

Hey, Ooe-san. Sorry to keep you waiting.

[bornfromdeath]

[Kimihiko flashed her a casual smile, stepping away from the wall he was leaning on. Oh yes, his thoughts were on that man as well.]

Hey. It is fine. I had plenty of time to think while I was waiting.

[He waited for her to reach him before indicating the right direction to go to the diner.]

Shall we?

[topslug]

[ Yako's nose wrinkled, a sheepish chuckle slipping out of her before she could help it. ] That just means I kept you waiting for a while, doesn't it?

[ Still, she nodded at the question. ] Let's go-- I'm starving. [ Which was more or less a warning for how much money Kimihiko could expect to spend today. Poor Kimihiko ]

[bornfromdeath]

[Inwardly he groaned. Outwardly, he just laughed and shook his head. Ah, well. He'd come prepared. Besides, a well-fed Yako might be easier to get information out of. He headed down the street towards the diner he'd chosen, glancing over at her as he walked.]

Busy day?