Re: By the stage
"Sukoshi..." the petite monster's voice billowed like smoke, as the heat wave of her black shadow hand reached to grasp the point of the chin who owned the hand shamelessly toying with her strings. "Konchuu..." hearses glanced to Dria, who may or may not recall some of the Japanese she'd thrown on her coffin before a few years back, and there simmered a promise unspoken that they'd not be sticking around for much longer.
The hand squeezed, hard enough to make him feel her nails, but perhaps not hard enough yet to fully harm. And leaned in closer to punctuate. "Watashi wa anata o korosu..." before shoving to let it go.
"We're leaving." the articulation was solid as the grip he had on her friend. She stole her friends hand and moved in closer to try and pry her loose.