I don't know what's wrong with the lot of you, but I'm clearing up one thing right now.

This man is not my mother. To think I'd even have to say that...

Bansai. Matako.

I hope you know I expect some gratitude for this.


ooc: And a little belated. Following through with Shinsuke's orders~

This place has never smelled so disgusting.

Now, that's much better.

Benizakura hasn't eaten its fill like this in a long time.

... Between being eaten and finding underwear in the kitchen again, I believe it's about time I move out. That is, unless I make room in this place through other, messier means.

I trust any open apartment is free for lodging?

The smell of blood, especially when it's in-human, is truly the sweetest.

Benizakura's learned quite a bit from this little excursion. I must commend the attackers.

This place smells different, does it not? Even the water has a taint to it unlike the streets of Edo.

But, there are familiar traces in the air, the scents of ones so strong I would not forget so easily. His old friends, former samurai. It seems as if my blade didn't pierce deep enough last time.

Shall we rectify that?