Wow, scary. Rui-Ling wasn’t impressed at all by the ‘gift’ that the vampiric Shiina had sent him, but he appreciated the gesture all the same. That’s how she keeps customers in line, huh? Hopefully she doesn’t do this to normal humans as well, or they’d drop a crap ton of legal stuff on the Cosplay Café…but then again, seeing this place shut down and converted into a Pawn Shop or something else wouldn’t be too bad either. At least a pawn shop wouldn’t make him feel all disgusting and creepy whenever he goes in it during evenings.

Turning his attention back to the little catgirl maid, the ashen-haired immortal was about to bite back with a ‘of course I don’t know your story, idiot’, but decided not to. A cover, was it? And a backstory that could not be told unless Shiina approved of it? At this point, Rui-Ling could guess that she was some sort of youkai in the guise of a human, living in peace while under the supervision of that ninja vampire maid. Not too interesting of a story, in the end, seeing how it was his story as well, so he decided to discard it.

A familiar face showed up in the Cosplay Café, one that bore the unenviable moniker of the Spiced Reaper or whatever. Waving Sheridan over, Rui-Ling decided that he might as well be a good person and receive Shiina’s present. He placed his silver hand on the blade while the youkai catgirl maid grabbed it by the hilt, and pulled it up along with her.

[b]“There we go. I’ll take that, if you don’t mind, as well as…two crème brulees, four Belgian waffles with chocolate dipped strawberries, and a melon soda float, using half a scoop of vanilla ice cream.”[/b]

Shiina literally had an infinite amount of those damned knives, after all, so surely she wouldn’t miss one of them.