| | Ira and Miyako took note of how the club-goers step aside like magic. For two people who blend into darkness and shadows, the light cast upon them for following Callidora was unusual. Ira himself didn't like attention being on him unless it was from a lover or friends. Miyako practically tasting the sexual tension, and it's easy to pick up on the arousals of others. Though she easily caves in for Dusan, she finds their lack of restraint weak and pathetic. Lust is a base chemical reaction, and to fall into that mindset told more of what the individual would be willing to do once in it. Lust made people stupid, and stupid people agreed to stupid contracts.
At Callidora's words, Ira and Miyako took a spot on either side of the white-haired man; Ira to Callidora's left and Miyako to his right. They've been on enough missions to read each other's thought patterns and move accordingly. To anyone not knowing their abilities, Callidora was surrounded. Both Miyako's and Ira's close-range abilities were deadly to ensure if something were to happen, the man would fall before he left the table. Ira motions to whatever waiter is walking by for more drinks.
"I'm curious who told you my whereabouts, but it wouldn't be hard given I've kept my surname. Had I wanted to hide, I would've changed it, but that's not what I wanted." Miyako responds. All it would take is a quick look into her banking and realty records to show the rather large purchase (paid in full) of her home. Not to mention the permits and construction of a basement fully stocked to aid in her experiments and advancing her medical knowledge along with some other additions. "The others are dead and good riddance. No point in searching for them. I don't even know where their graves are located." That night was a blur of pink, blood, and laughter.
"I'm curious to know why now of all times?" Ira inquires. The choice of revelation was unusual, but not uncommon in his line of work. People did this every so often at Wabisuke, and it kept him on his toes in case the friendship turned to soar. However, he wanted to know Callidora's opinion. The waiter came by and set several drinks down. Miyako snatching the blackberry vodka gimlet and gulping it. "Are you planning on starting up the Saitō linage now that the others are deceased?"
Miyako snorts and laughs into her drink like Ira told a great joke. "Who wants to restart that dead clan? No one. It's trash. There have been estranged family members who've tried and ended up dead. Not by me, but by those seeking revenge on what I did." She downs her drink and slams the glass down on the table. The music is so loud that no one could hear it. Looking over at Callidora, she leans in as if going to kiss him, but stops several inches from his face. "I don't care if you're a bastard, but your eyes make me want to cut them out and squeeze them in my hands." It wasn't a personal attack, but more letting past anger at Tsubaki out. Neither of her children could help they had her eyes. It took Miyako a long time to accept her eye color as her own, and not thinking about the woman who tortured her in the name of tradition. "But, as far as I'm concerned, tradition can suck a d*ck." She grabs another glass, not caring what its contents were, and downs it like a shot.
Ira observes their behaviors and sighs heavily. He's far too old for this. Checking his phone, there are no new messages. Even if Dusan read his message, the man wouldn't respond anyhow. For now, he'll have to strategize as if Dusan wasn't coming. "Mimi, you should settle down on the drinking." Like she'd listen to him. He doesn't understand why she's drinking so much so quickly.
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