Oka-chan, whether you tell me or not, I'll find out.

[It would have been light and sing-songy if not for the fact that the smile on Sukuna's face was mostly gritted teeth. He ushered Okakou into one of the better warded private rooms, shutting the door behind them decisively.

While he wanted nothing more than to interrogate Oka-chan, he had already been indelicate in a delicate situation. He settled down in one of the cushions and started preparing the tea, careful to keep his hands steady.]

But I apologize for calling you out here so suddenly, Oka-chan. You're right, I wasn't thinking clearly.