> "That is fair."
>A few more minutes pass quietly. The clientele is interesting, a mix of devils and youkai. Some are as prim and proper as Remilia on her better days, while others strike you as just thugs who robbed a rich person's someone closet. In retrospect, that may not be inaccurate in one or more of these cases. Now that you have time to observe, the atmosphere is fairly interesting, in the surface things are quiet and subdued, even dignified as much as it can be. Manners are observed, conversation is quiet. But while people may be minding their tones, their gestures and cadences are rather energetic; muted laughter is common. And frankly, some of the devils just aren't as subtle with their hands as they think they're being. It feels like a curious cross between a relaxed teahouse and one of the racuos parties so common in the Gensokyo you know.
>Koa swaggers out and approaches your table. "Well, that's all sorted."
>_
laying somewhere between a relaxed teahouse and the raucous parties of the ge