#diviinechild

"Doooouma. It's a full moon tonight. Come sit in the garden."

Whatever despondency had afflicted his companion, Mahito didn't understand it himself. He could only tell Douma's soul was disquieted from the placid calm he normally had within himself.

The house's garden was starting to grow, encouraged by the strange land they had built upon. It had been Douma's pet project first and foremost, so he imagined being around the flowers would help. Maybe?

"Come on. I'll carry you downstairs if I have to."

The flowers were multiplying with each lie he told and each time he plucked them out. It deeply bothered him with reconnecting with Satoru. It also bothered him when meeting new people. He wasn't used to not being able to tell lies or half-truths to manipulate someone.

It's what was plaguing his thoughts until an absolutely breathtaking man walked by. Reminding him of another set of eyes he could get lost in. That's enough of that train of thought. Shaking it conpletely away before he tried to get the other's attention.

"Excuse me. You must be new around here, because I would have remembered seeing eyes like yours. They are already unforgettable. I can only assume you get plenty of compliments on them."

He wanted to scream at the words coming from his mouth. The truth so readily bubbling forth. Making him hate himself.

Kokushibo tried not to look around too much, unfortunately interested in the reason so many people had gathered here tonight. When he'd heard about the fireworks here it seemed reason enough to explore one of the other wards but he wasn't sure he'd expected to see so many people roaming about. Though he was loathe to admit it having someone next to him was likely the only thing keeping him grounded enough to attend at all. The show was going to start soon, within the next Hour, so when they heard the announcement he turned to look down at the demon he'd brought along.

Her eyes lift momentarily to watch Douma enter, drop off the gift and card and leave. She read the card before she even looked to the box itself.

Truthfully, she didn't know what to make of the sudden gift. It wasn't like she was unused to such shows of affection, they've simply been ignored or left behind. There was only one thing she was interested in receiving after all but now times were different. She could make room for trinkets if she wanted to.

Ilseong blows out a ring of smoke and presses the back of his head against the cold wall. "....

"C'mon..." he rises to his feet and leaves the given accommodation.

It's a long and aimless walk in Radiale.

He has no destination, just lets his body take him wherever, as he wears a plain, unreadable expression.

Before he knows it, he's at the black fens. It's raining a little harder, but he didn't bring an umbrella. The Entity takes the form of the raven and flies overhead, cawing.

And then....

Ilseong stands at the estate where Douma resides in.

"...." Guess he ended up here.

She was finding her comforts again despite the gap in fashion that time created. Plenty of different styles dominated the fashion world and as someone who enjoyed staying on top of it, proved to be overwhelming. She needed everyday clothes.

A thousand years of this, and yet when pulled from hell some of her knowledge was left behind too. Nothing she can't build back up of course.

Walking along the shores at night was supposed to bring peace. It probably would if he had his lovely wives in tow. He had heard of something fantastical, flashy, fitting for the god of festivities to enjoy. Exploring a new part of the island in the process was paramount.

Oh... wait a second. His one good eye trains on the water after something peculiar catches his attention. The waves themselves were glowing as they washed upon the shore!

He crouches to watch the water lighting up. Some local wandering over and explaining the phenomenon.

A ride on a sea turtle would take him under to see fish glowing the same.

He just had to join the line waiting for the next round of turtles.

Blinking at the interesting pattern on the top of the man- uh person?- man- mnh- it didn't matter- there was a pattern on their head that struck him as odd. Interesting. Could be flashy.

"Hello." He takes a head bow before holding a box of sweet for the other to take.