( Well... That did something. Not much, but something. )
Looking— ( she rolls her eyes with the words, walking out of the alley she'd cut through and into the street, her gaze unblinking and bleary with drink as she watches this chick and her yokai prisoner.
... Well, technically not a prisoner yet. ) —to go for a quiet walk.
( Not really, but she's also not telling this girl that her apartment is over this way. (Probably. This place is a fucking maze to her still.) )
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Looking— ( she rolls her eyes with the words, walking out of the alley she'd cut through and into the street, her gaze unblinking and bleary with drink as she watches this chick and her yokai prisoner.
... Well, technically not a prisoner yet. ) —to go for a quiet walk.
( Not really, but she's also not telling this girl that her apartment is over this way. (Probably. This place is a fucking maze to her still.) )