Zenkichi draws in a snarl, alert as he is and wait it out for her to do something when-
A faint whoosh cuts through the silence. A siren.
"Don't. You. Ever-"
With a slosh and then clambering of footsteps, shadows manifest around them. Looking similar to the rest of the recipients, they wear white clothes and masks holding spirals within, holding their clipboards in hand as if ready to round up the disobedient intruder to a corner.
The Wolf, one hand holding a mug with whiskey and the other with Kuon's wrist and her meeting him eye-to-eye by holding her up like this, stalls. Eyes widened. Anger imminent.
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A faint whoosh cuts through the silence. A siren.
"Don't. You. Ever-"
With a slosh and then clambering of footsteps, shadows manifest around them. Looking similar to the rest of the recipients, they wear white clothes and masks holding spirals within, holding their clipboards in hand as if ready to round up the disobedient intruder to a corner.
The Wolf, one hand holding a mug with whiskey and the other with Kuon's wrist and her meeting him eye-to-eye by holding her up like this, stalls. Eyes widened. Anger imminent.