[h2]Mako Moritomi//The Velvet Room[/h2]
[h3]Thursday, July 23, 2015[/h3]

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Mako blinked. Then shook his head, then blinked again. No, this wasn't a daydream. And, barring someone introducing psychotropic hallucinogens into the AC (and really, why would someone do that in Warakuma?), this was actually happening. He'd been plucked from reality... into here. And where was here? Mako took in the blues, blacks, and gold trim, then turned toward the head of the table. Yep- creepy tengu guy, and his blonde assistant. The words were taken out of his mouth by Tengu-person in the next sentence:

[color=royalblue][h3][center]"Welcome, to the Velvet Room."[/center][/h3][/color]

[color=0076a3][i]Oh, of course. Because I don't have to deal with this enough with my life.[/i][/color] He looked around at the others at the table, all of his fellow investigators, it seemed, before his eyes stopped on his boyfriend (?), Sato. His eyebrows raised as he saw the outfit they were wearing- very... to the nines, so to speak.

[color=0076a3][i]....Though, it seems it's not without its perks.[/i][/color] Mako turned toward Igor, waiting for the strange long-nosed man to continue speaking, before someone else butted in- a rather rude someone, as it turned out. Mako rolled his eyes, and turned toward the girl in question, almost directly across from him.

[color=0076a3]"Or, y'know, you could be patient. I'm sure he was about to say something. No need to butt in."[/color] He didn't care if he wasn't precisely endearing himself to his teammate, but there was a limit to his tolerance for ill manners. He sat back in his chair (not that there seemed to be anything else he could do for the moment), and waited for the show- whatever it happened to be- to start.