Before Makiko could respond to the first person to arrive, her friend(and the futakuchi-onna) Yuina, the blonde girl had already wrapped her arms around her and, well... turned on the charm. This was embarrassing, to say the least, and Makiko felt her cheeks coloring slightly. But at least the girl was the first to arrive, so maybe it was worth not getting too annoyed about... well, at least until the black-haired girl smelled the yakitori on the youkai's breath.

The retribution was swift and merciless. Makiko's hand went up, and her fist pressed down onto Yuina's head, grinding into the top of the other girl's skull(careful to avoid hitting the girl in her other mouth) as she hopped to her feet. She was still blushing, somewhat.

"I'd have forgiven you if not for the fact that you obviously just stopped for yakitori," she commented, irritating sharpening her tone as she folded her arms. Her gaze drifted back up to the others who had entered in the time it took for her to deal with Yuina. Now she wanted yakitori...

"As for the rest of you," she began, brushing off attempts to apologize, "I hope this doesn't become a habit. You all know when the meetings take place, so it shouldn't be hard to avoid being this late. Besides, what we do here is important, isn't it?"