[It was strange to see Okakou looking so informal and almost vulnerable looking without the multiple layers of a kimono or a blazer, and if this were any other moment, Sukuna was sure he would gush a bit over her appearance. But instead he felt a twinge of guilt beneath his cold deep rage, to have her scuttle here soley to soothe his feelings when she had other duties to attend to. Maybe some day, Sukuna would stop being selfish.
He opened the door to let her in, the front of the tea house only graced by a few elderly patrons who looked like they were about to fall asleep in their seats. The back of the house, with all the Awakened and spirits, was far livelier, and Sukuna was looking to bypass that portion completely.]
It will.
[He gestured for Okakou to head up the stairs which housed their private rooms and some of their living quarters.]
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He opened the door to let her in, the front of the tea house only graced by a few elderly patrons who looked like they were about to fall asleep in their seats. The back of the house, with all the Awakened and spirits, was far livelier, and Sukuna was looking to bypass that portion completely.]
It will.
[He gestured for Okakou to head up the stairs which housed their private rooms and some of their living quarters.]
Or would something stronger be better?