*Sesshomaru doesn’t show it but he smiles internally* You’re probably right and I’m just being overly cautious. However, there have been instances of morons trying to sneak attack us on our own turf, so I rather be certain. And then, we can fulfill their death wish.

*Sesshomaru shakes his head as he holds up his drink.* Don’t tear it off until we get some answers. You already know that, so stop joking.

*He greets his younger brothers as they approach.* Of course, your birru is lined up on the bar. Just grab your mugs. *He then responds to the question about the seal.* That’s what I’m trying to figure out. Inu believes Noloty placed it there but I rather be certain. So we’ll ask Kin or Noloty when they arrive.

“The neon rain outside Shibuya’s alley glistens like liquid glass as you step through the glowing doorway of SugarStorm. The thrum of the bass reverberates through your bones, mingling with the faint scent of incense and sweet citrus. A bartender slides a glass of ember‑red liquid toward you, its surface swirling with a faint, phosphorescent… Read more

Hmm, this is oddly satisfying but I still prefer my swords.

*Relaxing in the music room after work.*

*Watching his family enjoy themselves as he sits by the bar.*

*Arrives to the area where the GrandSugarClan and family gathering is to take place. He has some idea what this gathering is in regards to and makes himself comfortable to listen to everything that will be expressed there. He keeps his sword handy just in case he has to head off in the event of an emergency.*

The SugarFusion Speakeasy – A dimly lit, plush establishment hidden behind a disguised entrance in a bustling city alley. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood, fine spirits, and a hint of something sweet, carried on the gentle hum of live jazz – a sultry saxophone and a resonant double bass. Ornate, art deco inspired decor dominates,…

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