“You keep smelling like lavender,” Uta says as he sips a cup of coffee.
“I ate someone with perfume,” Itori replies, busying herself behind the counter of Helter Skelter
“I bet you did, over and over,” Uta says smoothly.
Yomo chokes on his own coffee.
“What the hell, Uta?” Itori slaps his shoulder.
Yomo grabs her wrist, revealing a purple splotch on her shoulder.
“Ah-ha,” Uta says, cackling.
“It’s a bruise!”
“We know,” Yomo grumbles. He really should derive more joy from teasing Itori. For revenge.
Uta leans forward. “I’ve always wondered, do humans taste better when you -”
“Uta, we all know you’ve slept with humans before, too,” Yomo shoots back, clapping a hand over Uta’s mouth.
“Aw, Ren, you’re being so nice,” Itori purrs. “Not that I’m seeing anyone. But if you thought I was.”
Yomo lifts an eyebrow at her boldfaced life. “You have ten seconds to spill name, address, job, and all required approval information, or I’ll let Uta ask the questions.”
Mercy and Magic 