[The party's not his scene either. Focusing on the food and drink, and wallflowering aggressively enough to keep any of his anxiousness at bay, had given him about an hour or two's endurance, but that'd been all-- soon enough, Kamui had taken his chances outside, the cool night air and silence bracing at last after a too warm and too densely attended club.
He's a moment from turning the corner to make his way home when he sees the men following a woman around. A couple of them are oni-- the more boisterous ones, of course-- but as for her...
Well. You don't see winged women every day. It has to be Emily, even if he can barely make her face out in the evening's narrow light. He crosses the street to meet the group with a calm smile on his face, but he does shoot Emily a meaningful look as he approaches.]
Is everything all right here?
[One of the men, recognizing Kamui from their own party, barks out a throaty laugh: Oi, it's Uehara! Finally crawled outta your corner, huh? You know this girl?] Yes, but-- [Ya both gotta get the sticks outta your asses! I got this buddy who can get us into this Tamamo joint...]
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He's a moment from turning the corner to make his way home when he sees the men following a woman around. A couple of them are oni-- the more boisterous ones, of course-- but as for her...
Well. You don't see winged women every day. It has to be Emily, even if he can barely make her face out in the evening's narrow light. He crosses the street to meet the group with a calm smile on his face, but he does shoot Emily a meaningful look as he approaches.]
Is everything all right here?
[One of the men, recognizing Kamui from their own party, barks out a throaty laugh: Oi, it's Uehara! Finally crawled outta your corner, huh? You know this girl?] Yes, but-- [Ya both gotta get the sticks outta your asses! I got this buddy who can get us into this Tamamo joint...]