May 17, 2015
(("Seer" Akira and Anju?))
Formal dinners are tedious and lengthy affairs. The conversation is dull and political, while the food lacks any taste. The Kargas' oni hosts had been generous in their hospitality, but it’s evident they had forgotten a key ingredient while preparing tonight’s meal. Anju scrunches her nose at her plate, face drawing up into an unflattering pout. A few seats down, a young oni woman snorts a laugh at the sight.