his words resound in her mind for a moment, rising above the clamour of silverware on plates and the chatter of the other patrons. to say she's surprised is a bit of an understatement, and her back stiffens a bit as she processes what this all means:
an enma is working at a shuten bar?
was something like that even possible?
as far as she was aware, the factions weren't particularly allowed to mix like this. there was something about the way they responded to one another, their relationships and conflicts, that wouldn't permit it. but yet, he was itadori, somehow. mitsuri leans a little closer now, too, wary to keep her voice low. she takes a hint from the way itadori had suddenly become cautious. ]
I... I am. [ to both of those things -- ] but what are you doing here? Are you really just here because you like the lifestyle??
[ it sounded completely strange! there was no way, right?
within the small gap of silence between them, the beat of awaiting a response, she can hear the oni at the end of the bar begin talking again. 'look at them, whispering over there... telling secrets? what are they, kids?' his hand slams down on top the bar, and it rattles the plates of the other guests. it's enough to turn her attention away from itadori, her gaze traveling more entirely over to the oni. his mouth stretches into a smile when he notices that, and he grumbles about favouritism among enma trash -- about whether or not he should teach them a lesson in manners. ]
Those kinds of jokes are awful!
[ if he does something, mitsuri is more than ready to try and stop him. as much as she'd prefer not to fight -- she can't let him harm itadori. ]
no subject
his words resound in her mind for a moment, rising above the clamour of silverware on plates and the chatter of the other patrons. to say she's surprised is a bit of an understatement, and her back stiffens a bit as she processes what this all means:
an enma is working at a shuten bar?
was something like that even possible?
as far as she was aware, the factions weren't particularly allowed to mix like this. there was something about the way they responded to one another, their relationships and conflicts, that wouldn't permit it. but yet, he was itadori, somehow.
mitsuri leans a little closer now, too, wary to keep her voice low. she takes a hint from the way itadori had suddenly become cautious. ]
I... I am. [ to both of those things -- ]
but what are you doing here? Are you really just here because you like the lifestyle??
[ it sounded completely strange! there was no way, right?
within the small gap of silence between them, the beat of awaiting a response, she can hear the oni at the end of the bar begin talking again. 'look at them, whispering over there... telling secrets? what are they, kids?' his hand slams down on top the bar, and it rattles the plates of the other guests.
it's enough to turn her attention away from itadori, her gaze traveling more entirely over to the oni. his mouth stretches into a smile when he notices that, and he grumbles about favouritism among enma trash -- about whether or not he should teach them a lesson in manners. ]
Those kinds of jokes are awful!
[ if he does something, mitsuri is more than ready to try and stop him. as much as she'd prefer not to fight -- she can't let him harm itadori. ]