[b][center]Totsuka Chou[/center][/b]

The dark haired ghoul rummaged through drawer, grabbing a container with white characters written at the side. Her eyes squinted and furrowed, as though that would help decipher the words, neatly trimmed nails about to pry it open when her attention was attracted by the presence of Ishin. Glancing up, she found herself to be right, the red-haired man appearing through the door just as she popped the box open. And, glancing inside at the spoons, she heard Ishin's interruption, to which she replied with a thoughtful, "Oh."

Given her father had been feeding her bits of her sister, perhaps he was not a good frame of reference, she decided, looking back at the cardboard box of spoons, shutting it. She turned once more at the sound of Akurai speaking, his additional comment sending a light blush of embarrassment to hint at her ears. Again, all she could muster as she shut the drawer was a simple, "Oh."

Looking down, Chou made her way towards Ishin, stepping behind him as the two people conversed, partially because it was the spot she found most suitable, and partially because he smelled so strongly of fresh meat. She was not a greedy person, no, in fact she was rather content with the meal she had earlier that day, small as it was. Despite this, she still enjoyed the scent of humans, much in the same way humans enjoyed their scented candles-

Her eyes flickered upwards, darkening as she heard the muffled sound of neighing. Yes, Chou's senses had been honed and sharpened, but even her ears were not so sharp as to hear a horse from behind the walls of the club as well as it's heavy and "sick beats". No, it was the horse itself that was loud, and even sheltered Chou knew to whom it belonged to.

"Knight's out hunting," she absently commented, brows furrowed, pale hand reaching out to lightly tug on the cuff of Ishin's sleeve. "And I think he wants the whole world to know."

[b][center]Nonozumi Miko[/center][/b]

Dark curls glittered against the moonlight, a Noh mask splattered lightly with blood illuminated between them. Nono had just finished a hunt, though dispersed upon a nasty arrival. Laughing, he jumped down from a rooftop into an alley, where he scrubbed at the side of his mask where he presumed blood to be. "Tbh, total buzzkill," he said to no one in particular, having barely taken two bites out of his meal before being interrupted. Couldn't a guy enjoy a simple meal without having to abscond at the sound of a human stampede? 

Then again, he wasn't entirely not to blame- he [i]was[/i] hunting relatively close to a cluster of people. But that was just the way he did things! Nono felt he was much more easily unnoticed when in a group of people rather than-- 

He froze. Turning slowly, he found that he'd fallen from an alley straight down to in front of a wounded ghoul, an arm over his stomach. Alarmed, Nono stepped back, raising his hand as he monotonously laughed out a, "Woah bro you scared me- wait. Meatx3 man, is it you?" Lifting his slightly bloody mask over his curls, Nono revealed his face, as he added, "If it's you man, are you still open for business? My place is all the way across town and-"

A faint neigh echoed the streets-

"-I'm not really about to be all up in that guy's business, ya feel? Lmao."