Rui-Ling winced as someone’s oversized metal golem practically demolished the Café’s door. Someone would be paying for that, huh? He wondered if Shiina was going to butcher the poor sod or just drain her dry of all her money, but then, other, more important things popped up. And by more important things, he meant his desserts. It was always surprising just how quickly the Cosplay Café managed to get food out, and for that, he smiled his thanks to the white-haired cat maid. Sheridan abstained from eating, as always, but got herself a ‘free’ cheesecake regardless.

[b]“You really should eat more,” [/b]Rui-Ling remarked, [b]“Food’s one of the few natural pleasures that immortals still share with humans, after all. Not like you’ll gain weight or get cancer from it, right?”[/b]

Before a response could be had from the zombie, however, another, more prominent individual made her flashy entrance. The VIP of the night, Chikage something or the other. The girl that looked like a hime doll, and had enough good looks to not make a metric ton of enemies from all the pointless ‘trolling’ she did. Rui-Ling didn’t particularly like her, and occasionally, she did things that made him want to break her jaw, but it was her association that helped him get forged identification documents, so he was still in debt to her in that manner.

And, of course, she STILL doesn’t tell anyone what she’s actually here for, even though they’ve been waiting for her arrival and the briefing of the special mission for quite a few minutes now. Time was money, and Rui-Ling ate away his irritation, mowing through his sugary treats in a way that was terribly fast, and yet surprisingly tidy.