“So! How’s training going Alma?!” Yoki asks curiously while beaming at the red headed boy.

Alma nods and grins widely “Great, if Ryu wasn’t trying to murder me the whole time.” He says, shooting a half pout half glare at the older mentor sitting across from him.

“Yeesh, put a sock in it already.” Ryu grumbles, scratching his stubble with one crew hand and bringing his sake bottle to his lips with the other.

“It’s necessary, Alma” Tao says dryly, resting her head on the arm of the sofa and playing with the cigarette between her fingers.

She lifts her head a touch to look over at Dara, who’s sitting quietly next to Yoki.

The door creaks opens and Tatsuomi looks back at you standing in the doorway.

“Ah! Yo, Buddy~!” He chirps with a wave of his hand, somehow being able to see with the blonde mop covering his eyes.