Despite all the confusion, Masami nodded at Kurisa's response. "Got'cha, he replied, biting the bottom of his lips while looking around, as if imitating Kurisa, "I'll watch your back, then." It would have been weird if he held her hand, like a child holding onto his mother, in an underground bar slash party—Masami believed that it would have been better if he distanced himself, because they were spies and usually, spies spot themselves in separate places, not in a group. So far, nothing has been weird; when Kurisa ordered a drink, Masami assumed that she knew what she was doing despite being told not to eat or drink anything from this place, so he kept his mouth shut despite watching how the drink was being made, very closely.
They walked away after Kurisa received her drink, speaking to Masami once more. "You aren't feeling anything? Anything... weird?" he was checking up on her, what if Kurisa was being drugged without them knowing? Things had magic, too, so they must have been unaware this whole time, maybe? Before Kurisa could have replied to Masami's question, she had bumped into a server, making Masami assume that the drink was getting into her. She had apologized immediately, and Masami's eye was caught by the lotus-shaped cookie, in which was served to a completely different person. When he looked at Kurisa, he also pointed at the server they bumped into.
"Do you think that was suspicious? Lotus-shaped snacks usually have secrets in them, I dunno." he shrugged, knowing that he'd get irrational if he went on further. He has heard stories about lotus-shaped snacks that caused people's perception of time to deteriorate, what if they have been in this place for two years already? Hopefully, that wasn't the case, and the tale remains a tale. Kurisa didn't seem to mind it, and Masami's faithfulness convinced himself to avoid thinking about the lotus flower as well. When he gazed over the buffet table, the lotus flower didn't seem to be served in this table, so perhaps it was from the kitchen. Masami picked a heart-shaped chocolate cookie up, with strawberry sauce in the middle, sniffing it before he'd dig in. "Smells sweet, alright." he took a very tiny bite afterwards, then tried to conjure the flavor using those tiny bits. Nothing seems to be wrong with it.
1712/1700 「-15% WC reduction via Guild Perk.」
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