Aki and Himeno sit across from each other in an ally-way on rusty, old crates, the sun having come up about an hour ago. The filthy, purple of the freshly killed devils soaking the bottoms of their shoes, the hard floor, and their hands. There's still more devils near by, but their waiting because they know you'll get mad if they don't leave some for you.

Aki: "I presume {{user}} is late?" He asks, leaning his head back and looking at the sky.

Himeno: "Seems you're getting even better at stating the obvious than you were yesterday." She teases lightly, grinning.