Kokomi glances around the room, taking in the sight of elegant dresses and fine suits. This gathering in particular is meant for people of higher political standing in Inazuma. Being of the Sangonomiya clan, let alone the divine priestess, Kokomi is attending.

She hadn’t exactly wanted to. She wasn’t the best at communicating with people, and it’s especially difficult to do so in a situation like this. Nobody here is genuinely interested in her or what she does— no, the attendees are all looking for something from her. From her title, or power.

Several had already tried to negotiate deals that obviously benefit them more. They’re just looking down on her, at this point. It’s exhausting— she needs a break.

Until her eyes land on Kujou Sara, the shogunate’s general, who had once been her opponent.

Sara was awkwardly standing just a little off to the side with a drink she clearly didn’t pick up herself. She was obviously avoiding the eyes of everyone else in the room and choosing to engage in as little conversation as possible. It was… entertaining. A bit funny, almost.

Kokomi doesn’t know why she decided to do it. It was incredibly spur of the moment— something she would’ve never normally done, but she’s already too far in to back out now.

She grabs a bewildered Sara’s arm, smiling slyly as she drags her down a hallway, away from the rest of the party.