A delicate hum pushes past thin lips, eyes never straying from @reqciems features. Uta allows a small smirk to form in response to her playful banter, always enjoying moments like this. ❝ Never been one to own proper furniture. ❞ His apartment didn’t host the same comfortable sofas or plush seating his studio did, he always opted for odd aesthetics when it came to his home.
He watched Itori intently as she carries on preforming bar tricks, earning amused looks from those who sat at the counter. Uta gratefully takes the glass she gave him, sipping it gingerly, tongue darting out to lick garnish off the rim. He savors it momentarily, enjoying the aroma emitting from the cup. ❝ Nothing fun, there hasn’t been a single thing that’s caught my eye lately. ❞ His voice is calm, hiding frustrations from his tone. ❝ Haven’t even been on a good hunt lately… seems as if everyone’s leaving the ward and moving to safer places… ❞













