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Shika’s new eyes flickered over to the bartender, memorizing his face. Flowers? Now where did he learn about that? They smiled nonetheless, blocking rather than catching the brown liquid. They didn’t drink, however, their eyes settled back on the motorcycling human with a strange preference for drinking things that were on fire. A cool party trick, but one that was still cringeworthy. The woman’s questions too, could be worked around fairly easily.

[color=a2d39c]“Far-fetched for a human who had bought the DHA’s propaganda, perhaps. Honestly though, for most demons, it’s less a problem with survival and more a matter of gluttony. After all, plenty could subsist off mere a strip of flesh or two, and it is only by choice that they commit murder to sate their craven desires.”[/color] Shika sighed in disappointment, shaking their head. It was quite novel, feeling the weight of their curls. [color=a2d39c]“Alas, they’re trapped in the past unable, truly, to see that the changing of diets must follow the changing of eras.”[/color]

Well, the hunter probably tuned out most of Shika’s performance after they justified this whole meeting themselves. The bramble-haired individual finally sipped at the root beer, enjoying the earthy sweetness on their tongue, and stepped aside to let the new trio enter as they slapped the hand statue. The ghost girl among them seemed particularly energetic in her efforts, and that enthusiasm, perhaps, was what allowed her to call forth a creature most void-like, most black. A vampire with a snake motif? Or just the specter of a lonely person? Definitely had all the social presence of an eternal wallflower. Shika smiled at their latest acquisition but didn’t call out. Having a phantom sixth could be useful, if this particular hunter was capable of causing a ruckus even without her weapons.

Shika remained at the entrance as the ‘Envoy’ began to speak up. The hunter had come with two demons herself, both of which had willingly led her into this den of devils. Whatever drink that the bartender had slid over to the hunter didn’t seem to be poisoned either, or at least didn’t have any immediate effects. Magical, maybe? Hunters were always so vulnerable to such underhanded tricks like that, being the mundanes they were. The snake-vampire-wallflower was an unknown, while the Envoy seemed to be having, fun, but what sort of fun?

[color=a2d39c]“Well, we’ve scored quite a few newcomers this time around. Perhaps to welcome them, as well as our first human humaneater, I could whip up a quick dish, show them exactly how filling a low-meat dish can be? Of course, you two are welcome to partake as well.” [/color]

Shika decided, then, that there was no need to be hasty. Flowers didn’t sprout within the hour, after all.