[h2]Akira and Andrea[/h2]

For the first time in... well, not as long as Akira could remember, but at least long enough that it was novel, Andrea looked like someone had slapped her in the face, an irritated glare being sent Natsumi's way. "I am [i]not[/i] comparable to this... blob. Contracting me is an honour, not a mark of desperation."

With a hiss, the demon walked off, keeping an eye on the outside of the shop and the [i]many[/i] more possible doors. Of course, if the blob was right, the target would be in the basement, so maybe it would just dig through the floor...

Akira sighed. Did they really have to work with this...? It might be weak, but it could [i]talk[/i], and was intelligent--that, to her, suggested that this was much more dangerous than it let on. If they were working with it at all, they couldn't even slightly let their guard down.