[ Maybe this is how you know if someone's seen some shit: they sit at a bar with drink in hand and just look down a long hallway at a figure jerking its stiff legs toward them like, this may as well happen today.
Objectively, is it creepy? Sure. But having been through plenty of ruins and underground tunnels with daemons much creepier (not to mention all of Hakagemachi), he can really only just go ah and keep sipping from his glass. When she spins back and their eyes meet, he's a little surprised she's so even-keel about it. A gal with thick skin, huh? ]
Oooh no. I don't dance. Sorry, bud.
[ The figure suddenly stops again, still trying to menace two people who are not in the mood to be menaced, before the lights flicker again, this time rapidly. Within one of those gaps it vanishes, leaving the hallway eerily empty with the sense that it's still approaching despite having left no trace of itself. A single lamp slowly swings back and forth.
For a moment all seems back to normal. The walls no longer ooze blood, the lights have flickered back on steadily, and the moans have ceased. The bar's a bit worse for wear, with broken glass scattered across the floor and all the chairs scattered from everyone fleeing earlier, but other than that. Rokurou glances around, finally perplexed. The lack of haunting is more concerning than haunting at this point. ]
Think I hurt his feelings?
[ Without warning, the front door slams shut and the lock clicks. The daemon blinks and scratches his neck, leaning back slightly to peer at the door that just locked itself. ]
... Hope you didn't have any more deliveries to make.
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Objectively, is it creepy? Sure. But having been through plenty of ruins and underground tunnels with daemons much creepier (not to mention all of Hakagemachi), he can really only just go ah and keep sipping from his glass. When she spins back and their eyes meet, he's a little surprised she's so even-keel about it. A gal with thick skin, huh? ]
Oooh no. I don't dance. Sorry, bud.
[ The figure suddenly stops again, still trying to menace two people who are not in the mood to be menaced, before the lights flicker again, this time rapidly. Within one of those gaps it vanishes, leaving the hallway eerily empty with the sense that it's still approaching despite having left no trace of itself. A single lamp slowly swings back and forth.
For a moment all seems back to normal. The walls no longer ooze blood, the lights have flickered back on steadily, and the moans have ceased. The bar's a bit worse for wear, with broken glass scattered across the floor and all the chairs scattered from everyone fleeing earlier, but other than that. Rokurou glances around, finally perplexed. The lack of haunting is more concerning than haunting at this point. ]
Think I hurt his feelings?
[ Without warning, the front door slams shut and the lock clicks. The daemon blinks and scratches his neck, leaning back slightly to peer at the door that just locked itself. ]
... Hope you didn't have any more deliveries to make.