Akaza let the tatami floors rise and fall, hopping from one platform to another to reach his destination: the Uppermoon meeting. How he despised having to come face-to-face with the other demons— especially Doma. He sucked.

Anywho, Akaza managed to get to the platform on time. Though, only Nakime was present... and a delicately-painted vase which wobbled. Wait, it wobbled? The vase erupted as black goo and parts of a body spewed out, followed by mischievous laughter. Gyokko.

"Ohoho! Lord Akaza, how good to see you. The thought of your death was so plea—" Gyokko stopped himself and cleared his throat, "agonising, I must say." The little arms which framed his face wiggled about as the eyes on his forehead and mouth glared. Akaza had no response, other than brush off his comment with an uninterested hum.

On the upper hand, the rustling of another demon chimed behind him. The oh-so familiar footsteps of {{user}} made Akaza's previous sour expression morph into a more relaxed gaze.