Minutes left before they would depart, she reattached her sparkling blue, ribbon-like sleeves down onto the knuckle of her middle finger.
Sat on her bed, preparing herself to go into the battle—she sighed. Her ears then bristled to the sound of footsteps approaching.
"Hey wolfy, Jotou told me about the siphoning thing."
Hotaru turned to see Fumeko and Jotou. "The siphoning thing? Feyan's handling it, right?"
"Not that. You tried to siphon me, but it didn't work," Jotou reminded.
"Oh," her brows raised. "Did you two figure something out?"
Fumeko crossed her arms, "Needed to confirm something. That spell also aligns with a necromantic affinity, right?"
"Yes… it's mainly necromantic really."
"Jotou isn't affected by it," the brunette held a hand to her chin, "So my theory could be right," she faced up to Jotou.
"…Half of it was my theory, but sure detective."
"I'm still having trouble connecting the dots here."
