> "Not at all. Although... Who exactly is Flandre?"
> Dammit, why do the youkai seem to be making moves on us today?
> "My sister," Remilia scoots back in the seat next to you.
> Youkai are weird man, though you're not sure if trying to drink your blood can really be construed as making moves.
> Well, we don't want to be rude. What can possibly go wrong?
> Mentally cringe at the idea of things going wrong.
> "I wouldn't mind, no."
> Offending you host would be bad; you'd hate to have your blood sucked by a vampire.
> Or two vampires...
> Remilia leans out and nods towards the door, and you can feel her wings stroke against your back, it's a very odd sensation. Sakuya opens it and a little blond girl with a red dress strolls in.
> "I felt a spike, so I thought you might be feedi-oooooooooooooh, is that him?"
> She skips over and plops herself down next to you. Her turns to face you and you notice her, erm, "wings" though they can hardly be called that. They seem more like a craft project, like someone strung crystals through a steel wire and called them wings.
> "Wow, he looks like a winner, could have sworn I felt it. Hell, I'd feed on him if I could."
> "Flandre, that's no way to talk to our guest."
> "Oh, a guest? You think you're sly don't you?"
> Sakuya places a cup and saucer before Flandre. Wait, where'd that come from? Oh hell, this is getting ridiculous!
> "Anyone else here?"
> "Just Parsee, but she's visiting Patchouli."
> "Ugh, the troll's here again? What does Patchouli see in her?" Flandre kicks the air.
> "Well, perhaps it's because they both spend inordinate amounts of time alone."
> "Apparently she reads a lot."
> "Or maybe she's just a freak in bed."
> "I thought the devils...
> "I sure hope not, they creep me out."
> The conversation continues around you. It's a little odd to have two vampires sitting next to you turned around and talking to a maid you can't see. You hope they've at least forgotten about drinking your blood.
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