'If I want to find Jotou and Kineko, I need to find where they live, or at least are stationed at. But if it was so easy to do that…' Fumeko sighed the steam away from her mug of coffee.
Quiet. Cutlery hitting plates were surely audible, but no; the quiet was felt as no word left the lips of anyone at the dining table. Four seats—each taken on each side.
Fumeko looked right across to the redhead who watched her plate as if it was a coffin with a corpse inside that she mourned. Asobi to her right, was drinking up orange juice after her plate was cleared. Tiffany to her left, kept her head low and ate her food.
The brunette then turned her head to the living room, where blankets laid draped over the sofas and cushions were piled up on four different sides. She then leered back at the redhead.
