Itori visiting :re and having a talk with Touka and Yomo!

Itori is my vodka aunt and I love asks about her! 

“Yomoooooo, darling.” Itori waltzes into :re to plop onto a stool before the counter. 

“Itori?” Yomo is taciturn as always.

“What’s got you in such a crabby mood?”

“I’ve barley said anything.”

“I can still tell.” Itori reaches out to poke Yomo’s nose. 

“He’s mad that Uta did the auction,” Touka calls.

“Oh, is that so?” Itori flutters her lashes. “Can’t abide our friend’s dark deeds, can we?”

“Of course I can.” Yomo turns his attention back to the coffee.

“Hey, I’m a paying customer. Feed me coffee.” Itori pouts. “And pay attention o me.”

“As if we could do anything else.” Touka hands Itori a cup. 

She sips it with a sigh. “Your coffee really does taste like Yoshimura’s, Touka-chan.”

Touka looks sad.

“I meant it as a compliment. He lives on through you, in a way. Like Uta lives in Yomo, even though he’s still alive.” Itori frowns. “I was going somewhere with that.”

Touka has to laugh. “Of course you were.”

“I hope my presence doesn’t bother you.”

“No, I find you entertaining.” Touka doesn’t trust Itori, but she likes her.

Yomo, meanwhile, trusts her untrustworthiness. And he knows he’d do anything for her, and she for him. Clowns or no, he can’t betray his friends.

Yoshimura understood, but that doesn’t make it easier.

“Earth to Ren.” Itori snaps her fingers in front of his eyes. “Pay me more attention.”

“We know you wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says dryly. And neither would they.