snowlark:

[Kyoumi had made a lot of work for herself]

[one might think that the bodies, in various states of dying or unconsciousness, had taken a lot of work to put there, but they hadn't. Just a crowd of herbivores. Moving them was going to take work.]

[She nudged one idly with her foot, and the man groaned. She hadn't even broken a sweat, though she'd collected a couple small bruises and cuts. And a bullet, a clean shot straight through the meat of her shoulder.]

[she wasn't very concerned, still assessing the damage of the melee on the shop. It would have to be cleaned, very thoroughly, but she could hire a service for that at least]

snowlark:

[the tea house is small and dark but scrupulously clean, and mysteriously quiet despite the traffic outside]

[in a room in the back Kyoumi sits in seiza, dressed in a simple dark red kimono, and waits]