Someone's knocking at the door, Makoto perked up his head, letting out a lazy yawn.
"What?" Kikuya was busy dolling herself up in the bathroom, music blasting in the process. She was originally planning to head on out and get her hair recolored, seeing that it was more of a dark brownish black than the brunette color she loved. Sure, it was a horrible time to be going out with the rain and all, but it would be interesting to see how well her shiny new Aston Martin drove in the weather. Though her familiar was interrupting her while she blow dried her hair.
I said someone is knocking at the door, he grumbled before curling back up into a ball on the couch.
Kikuya paused, taking that in for a moment and tried to figure out who the hell was at her door. If it was a reporter of some sort, she had no issues scratching up their face with her nails and use their blood to cast some sort of burning spell on them. Then again, maybe it was Whisper. She had gone the other day with hopes to see the woman, but no luck. Instead she got her obsessive sire, which was not good times in Kikuya's book. After checking herself out in the mirror, running her fingers through her naturally straight hair, she shuffled on over to the front door to open it up and see the absolute last person there.
Adelle.
Hell, she expect Eiji to be there before Adelle showed up. Part of her wanted to slam the door in the bitch's face and go back to beautifying herself, but instead she decided to have some fun with this. Whisper had told her that she fed from the poor girl and had taken a liking to her, along with dumping the valuable information that Adelle wasn't a were-bird, but actually a siren. This was lovely blackmail in Kikuya's book. Leaning against the doorframe, she looked down at the petite girl and snarled, "What?"