Yui stood silently as she watched the group scatter, her back facing the girl with the grandiose Cowl. It was absolutely stunning. Senselessly extravagant. The fabric, the way it flowed, the playful showing of skin…

All of that was so foreign to a girl that only knew gas masks and baggy clothes. Yui would have gone soft, shyly peeking from the corner of her eye, had they been in any other situation. In fact she wished she had time to admire all their Cowls. 

Careful to not let her curiosity and appreciation for aesthetics turn into useless regrets, she continued to watch the backs of the other four as they broke off. It would seem they were checking the closer of the two location firsts. She thought back to what the old lady named Troma had said. She could only hope it was a successful rescue mission. Making a mental note to check out the other area after the mission, even if they found all the survivors in the first spot, Yui turned to face the girl she would eventually learn to be named Cerise. Ignoring the blood and gore, she gazed into the girl’s bright green eyes.

[b]“I’ll keep watch, in case they signal for any help.”[/b]

Despite the bloody girl’s jagged and sarcastic tone, Yui kept hers polite. She wasn’t one to get riled up easily despite her title as a demon. Right before she started making her quick ascent on the building she was on just a few minutes ago, the Demon of Progress sent the Conceited Flower a genuinely playful look.

[b]“Lookin' forward to see what you’re made of. I’d like to think you’re more than just some girl with a pretty dress.”[/b]