“Neato.” Akira said unenthusiastically as she watched Madi pick at the corpse. It was amazing in a way, witnessing both the strength of Paxton’s glamour and the strength of Madi’s appetite; she didn’t think herself to be nearly as much of a messy eater. She couldn’t keep herself from laughing when Paxton snapped back at her, though, the combination of surprise and her friend’s annoyance managing to particularly strike her sense of humor. She sighed as the shadow imp waddled off with her treat, acting as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

	“Yeah, yeah,” Akira yawned dismissively as she took off her coat and turned on the TV, “So what’s the plan this time? Looking for anyone specific?” She quickly changed the channel from the cartoon she was watching before she left, flipping through until she found a cooking show that caught her interest. She shrugged and put the remote on the table before bringing her feet over and laying down on the couch. It was kind of amusing how far the kitchen was from anything you'd actually find in Hell, but it wasn't like she could fault them for not knowing.