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Once their guests make it into the backroom, and are seated, Stolas than flies from his perch in the main room and flies toward the kitchen area. Luckily there are other perches available for him, and he takes a moment to rest from in between the seat between Hiruko and Asutsuo, now tucking in his feathers for now.

“I almost did, but you know, nightmares of such delicacy are hard to come by, ” Asutsuo counters while going back to the counter to where the tea kettle rests. Most of the treats have been set out, but the cups have not unfortunately. He then opens the cabinet doors and reaches inside to gather the fine tea set he’s managed to snag that was pretty good shape. He glances back toward Mär, with a smile in place. While he had the ability to probably bring someone in, tempt them to bring back their loved ones it’d would do nothing for him in the end.

“Too bad they couldn’t come by today, the tale they had told me after I resurrected their dog seemed rather complex.” He then places the cups onto the counter, and it isn’t too long till the kettle shrilly lets out a cry. “I’m certain that Hiruko would be a far better host than both of us, hm? Given the fact he resides and does business in a tea house. Speaking of tea–– are you going to have it black?”

And not some shop and apartment that Asutsuo had, while the other necromancer… he wasn’t sure how he put his arrangements together. It’s when Asutsuo goes back to pouring the tea, Stolas’s head turns toward the Baku, taking the opportunity to speak again.

“…That would be helpful, I appreciate it, I haven’t any need to leave to travel east after all,” A chuckle leaves from the old demon, and there’s a glint of surprise in his beady black eyes. “Would you then––? Then it’d have to be chocolate…parfait, but normal would be fine too.”

The owl glances toward the shadows, where spots Ido’s form creep in the shadows, he then return his attention back to the Baku and necromancer.

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Still apparently rather enjoying his play-chastising, Mär remains reclined in his seat, caring not for proper posture in favour of his trivial righteousness. “Something is better than nothing, is it not…? Do correct me if I’m mistaken, but I should think you, Hiruko, would even so prefer some average-tasting morsel than to go hungry until you return home.” Yes – he knows their friend to be a somewhat selective eater, if not fussy per se, but Asutsuo’s excuse remains poor by his reckoning. “Until he is able to host the both of us, I still believe it proper to have something prepared for him for when he visits— Why, if I were the host, I would hold no qualms in inducing in myself some soul dream to provide for a friend.”

But he will take his tea black, he indicates with a sincerely grateful nod, before casting his eye to Hiruko.

“…ɪᴅᴏ is, for better or for worse, my own companion, familiar, partner-in-sacrilege…” the gentleman waves his hand dismissively, “however you should want to phrase it. Alas, he is rather less amiable than the good Stolas here, and I do not doubt his absence hitherto speaks volumes in favour of his unsociability.” Suffice it to say that he knows the demon better than anyone else, even if most is yet shrouded in mystery where even he is concerned. True though it is that he’s a less sociable sort, he knows ɪᴅᴏ to prefer silent observation over even engaging chatter – whatever his ends may be.

—And yet, as if his words had intended all along to tempt and provoke the fiend from his hiding place in the shadows, a pair of luminous yellow eyes glisten from the shadows. The cat-demon does not reveal himself, true to form, but is not prevented from biting back even so: 「 Insolent boy. You know well I have no need nor desire to be similarly plumped with flattery and sweet treats. 」

(‘Case in point’, so Mär seems to say with a twinkle of a self-satisfied smile.)

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He makes a mental note of the chocolate parfait for Stolas. Does Mizuki know how to make those? Well, she could learn. It would do business some good for her to expand her culinary repertoire. Having the good graces of a demon prince of hell would be quite the boon, too.

"Goodness, how frightening,” Hiruko comments after Marchen’s description. As frightening as demon-esque familiars could sound, at least. Not like he would know--he was the only one of the three without a partner. (Although, Namu tended to cling onto him every now and then back at the teahouse, but Namu hardly counts.) Perhaps it was a blessing, considering the malicious aura from the shadows.

“Mm, must have its perks somehow. At least it would be better than the controlled chaos back home.” Really, how is it that his main network could cause such a ruckus every day? Sans Mizuki, they were all bad enough on their own. Together was just insufferable. He wonders if he’ll take that when compared to this Ido character. “In due time, I’m sure we will be acquainted with one another. There’s no rush. Really, though--the task at hand. What shall we be discussing?”

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“Oh my, I hadn’t meant to cause any unrest on your end. If I had better control of them, I would’ve placed it else where.” An amused smile plays on his lips, while his eyes direct to the shadow behind Hiruko who flies forward; black feathers delicately descend toward the ground that soon become of the darkness once more. The flapping of wings is prominent and he shoots Stolas a glance. “But no, it had been Stolas’s doing–– isn’t that right?”

“But you told me to put them in the most convenient location, Asutsuo,” The demon counters, now finding the post that he usually perches at. Once settled he raises an accusing wing toward his contractor, with eyebrows furrowed downward. “And besides, we don’t go over often enough for me to remember the specifics…!”

There’s a shrug of the necromancer’s shoulders to the demon’s complaints, and he then turns to his side now. “The same to both of you as well–– and I suppose I could, I may know someone who wouldn’t mind the pay.” With an usher of his hand, he gestures toward the back where the drapery obscures the back room, “we’ll be going back there, please watch your step it is a bit dark.”

He then pauses, casting a glance toward Hiruko. “…It would be, although I’m not quite sure how we’d travel there,” He decides to poke fun at his companion once more, “aside from the souls from our own clients, he’s been gouging himself with chocolate parfait recently.” And with that said he heads across the room toward the back, opening up the drapery, and holding it open. Inside where a table’s been set up set up – where candle light has lit up the room. No sunlight goes through this room, since it’s faced against a wall. “Make yourselves at home.”

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be able to transport you brat, Japan’s a bit unfamiliar to me, but we’d find our way somehow,” Stolas hisses, casting a glance toward their two guests and toward the second necromancer’s shadow, “Has he joined us today, hm? Or have you left him at home…?”

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Asutsuo hardly sounds sorry, much less looks it – but he knows the fellow well enough to know there is at least some shade of sincerity in his apology. Granted, the matter was no true great distress to Mär in the first place. Discovery of his dabbling (to put it gently) in forbidden arts – and his similar association – would no doubt bear grave consequences, should ever he have the misfortune. So far as problems go, however, having to hire another maid is surely one more unique to his privileged classes.

“Well, at least you’re willing to make reparations if need be.”

Happily leaving the petty matter to rest, he follows their host through to the back room of the shop, bidding a silent nod of his head – ‘thank you’ – as he stoops under the curtained threshold. Indeed, more so than his own paltry excuse for own, poor Hiruko has suffered his fair share of inconvenience: even with the use of magic, he has had quite a distance to travel. Then, as if this were not injury enough, he can only ever be a hungry audience during these meetings for afternoon tea of theirs – a rudeness Asutsuo surely couldn’t have noticed at least once, however few and far between their gatherings.

“Mm. I’m rather in agreement with Hiruko, truth be told,” he affords a glance towards the baku, a glimpse of sympathy in his eye. “I appreciate how convenient it is for us two to meet, Asutsuo, and due thanks are owed to you to so often playing the host—But it would seem you haven’t quite yet gotten the hang of the role.” Snatching the opportunity to claim a moral high ground, he directs his gaze back to his old friend; a sly smile flickers, “Any host worth their salt at the very least caters to the needs of all their guests, and yet you never even have any refreshments for our inhuman company.”

Before he takes a seat, his shadow shimmers, the silhouette of a cat seeming to leap out of sight. With a low laugh, the gentleman reclines in his chair, knowing full-well the unsociable tendencies of his own demon companion, “You know ɪᴅᴏ, I fear: the two of you alone crowd him, let alone the presence of a third person. Still, whether he likes it or not, I shall have to introduce him to Hiruko one of these days.”

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He stifles a fluttering laugh from spilling past his lips. Technically speaking, Asutsuo was the youngest of them--Hiruko the Baku is as ancient as the Id that melded with Marchen. The boy had come a long way since the early days of his craft, but of course his inexperience still made him green.

They take their seats while Asutsuo makes his jab at his companion. One wouldn’t think that such an unassuming owl as one of the Great Princes of Hell, commander of twenty-six demon legions.. Then again, one wouldn’t really think of him as anything other than a boy in outlandish clothes. “Stolas, I’d be more than happy to show you around Japan, should you come. And while our main staple at the tea house is coffee, I’m sure I can convince the owner to make a parfait specially for you.”

The mention of an unfamiliar yet similar name piques his interest. “And to whom might you think of introducing me to, my friend?”

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The front sign of the shop has been set to closed, while the curtains have been drawn. The necromancer has been pretty busy today, preparing to host two particular people whom he reached out toward a few days ago. One being a friend of his since childhood, while the other being an acquaintance that he’s crossed too many times now which prompted him to come from overseas. Asutsuo had been preparing the backroom for this occasion, dusting off and cleaning the table – along with bringing out the pastries from the shop he loved so much. The cups had been assembled, and he put the his tea kettle on a flame to make tea. While rearranging the back room, he had moved some of the candle holsters into the backroom to bring light to the room since everything had been rather dark inside.

His guests would be taking a portal in the back alley of 55 on Slum Street. Stolas would be awaiting their arrival, perched from above and would follow through. Stepping through the drapery to the large red couch he has, he watches the shimmer of the drawn diagram that teleported his guests into his shop also, it alights and a figure steps through, tall and broad shouldered, dark haired and dapper – in the candle light he watches his shadow swirl underneath with beady eyes peering through the darkness.

Not a moment later does his dear friend step forward, he has the flapping of wings and another shorter figure appears from behind him.

“Ah, yes–– right on time, please step this way.”

Asutsuo smiles toward the both of them, then gestures behind the couch.

“I’m glad you both could make it, I hope there wasn’t any trouble getting in through the back way.”

Afternoon meetings for tea are ten a penny, so far as he is concerned, if not more – for better or for worse, such delicate indulgences are quite inseparable from life in high society. With a taste for tea (if not always confectionery), he would never object to them on principle, but the kind of folk with whom he often kept company left a rather dry taste in his mouth.

Suffice it to say, then, he is only happy to keep the company of other, even dearer acquaintances for a change. Alas, his first words to his old friend are more an admonishment than any warm greeting.

“Did you have definite control over the location of the entrance on my end—?” His face marred with an irritated - though modest - twist of his brow, the second necromancer emerges from the vortex evidently rather distressed. The one thing keeping him from pointedly directing his scowl to Asutsuo, it would seem, are his cuffs, apparently tugged askew during his unnatural passage to the shop. “You gave poor Gertrude such a fright as she was dusting my study that she might well retire early, for fear she might next time see the Devil himself.” Of course, his host was well entitled to preserve a certain— a certain secrecy, if one will, about their little matinee meeting: but even now, Mär cannot quite fathom why he couldn’t have simply taken a coach, as is his usual mode of transport.

…Well, no matter. Dismissing his own complaints with a flutter of his hand, he at last glances up to meet his dear friend’s gaze. It is now that he affords a small smile, hooded eyes betraying a shine kept only for his close acquaintances. “Should she indeed choose to leave my employ, I entrust you with finding a suitable replacement. Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet with you again.”

Ah, yes – it is a pleasure to meet with not only Asutsuo. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, the gentleman now turns towards his guest-in-arms, “How did your journey fare, Hiruko?”

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