"-That's pretty much how the enchantment on our mind works," Jotou swirled the glass of cream liquor.
"So it's also why I can't get shot," Daiyu surmised with a little hiccup.
"Great, I wasted all that time explaining…"
"Hey, I'm not drunk," Daiyu retorted with a half-closed eye. "…Yet. I'll like, remember everything you said, alright?"
The sauces had been cleared out, the popcorn chicken reduced to crumbs and fried rice leftover for a few more servings—the illusions all gone. The dogs had gone to sleep. As opposed to mixing drinks on the bar, several bottles simply sat across the table.
"The bigger question," Fumeko swallowed the slice of red cake down, before she held a hand to her chin, "is who did it? You two died—assuming the other three did too.
Some spell with specific instructions latched onto your minds as you came into this world. Then you got an affinity, which also must've happened with Daiyu.
