An unfortunate part of reality for HOMRA - their little red King picks up far more than they are probably ever comfortable thinking about. (The true reason no one ever dates at the bar. Not only is it like bringing the datemate home to meet Mom, the small child is aware of thoughts.)
But that thought. That thought that she only caught a fraction of... She doesn't like it in the slightest. She studies the last of the founders for a moment. She knows lies, and doesn't particularly like them, but this is Izumo, who hides behind his bar and his sunglasses, and his smiles that promise bad things to those who pry.
"I heard Yata." Of course, there is helpfully loud Clansmen to allow her to deflect. That's fine.
... She should find where Tatara had wandered off. If both of the haunters of the bar are doing odd things, then she is sure there is something up.
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But that thought. That thought that she only caught a fraction of... She doesn't like it in the slightest. She studies the last of the founders for a moment. She knows lies, and doesn't particularly like them, but this is Izumo, who hides behind his bar and his sunglasses, and his smiles that promise bad things to those who pry.
"I heard Yata." Of course, there is helpfully loud Clansmen to allow her to deflect. That's fine.
... She should find where Tatara had wandered off. If both of the haunters of the bar are doing odd things, then she is sure there is something up.