"It's truly an honor to make your acquaintance, Lord Adonis."

Daedra let her eyes flutter closed as she bowed her head in an appropriate greeting. Though she knew little about the highly esteemed man before her, it was simply expected to offer him the highest respect. Afterall, there was a lot riding on her shoulders currently... especially if it meant making the good impression.

Royalty was always better to have as an ally than an enemy. And 'neutrality' could be as fickle as the breeze in the autumn months.

While sitting down at a local cafe, the TV in the background was blaring about how the famous artist, Ichiryusai Madarame, did not plagiarized his student's works but sold them for profit and under his own name. Fuuka shook her head, taking a bite of her strawberry shortcake, and swallowed. "It's still the same idea, though..." She murmured to herself, wondering how there are still bad adults to this day.

She began to watch the newscast, watching Madarame crying and sobbing grossly. Fuuka winced as she had to turn away and finish her dessert. "I feel horrible for his students..." She got up after she finished and left the plate and glass of water there, knowing the cafe was fine with picking it up. Turning her head back to the TV, checking to see if Madarame was off the screen, she unknowingly bumped into someone and gasped loudly.

“Thought I’d try knocking some sense into you. Sheesh, I get sent down to Shirasagi as part of a gesture from my father, and I see you, your retainer, and that screeching banshee over there behaving like brats.” She crossed her muscly arms.

pls takumi loves oboro

And Miles and Takumi were both acting like petty children. And all because Oboro and Miles had a pleasant conversation the one day?

“WHEN ARE YOU ALL GOING TO GROW UP AND STOP ACTING LIKE CHILDREN!?”

You know... this whole Maria and Takumi and Miles situation has made me realize... everyone just likes dunking on Oboro for some reason ;_;

Miles