It wasn't too much longer before the door opened up, without knocking. Kuki turned, immediately on the defense. Sure enough, there was Komoku, grinning politely. He had a few bumps and scrapes...but he could walk with a punctured lung, who knew how hurt he was on a daily basis. But he was in uniform, it looked rather good on him too. The black fit his figure nicely, and the white undershirt was unbuttoned in a lazy display of likely having just gotten out of bed when he remembered he had a job.
"Hey-...Oh, it's Boss' little shadow," he mused. "Kuki, right? You seen her? I have to make my report and all." Here on business, even!
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"Alright, alright..." Mel said faintly, hand on Angel's shoulder. "Let's calm down, Princess...put the toothpick away, I don't like playing rough with cute girls...unless they're my age," she smirked. "Get off the poor kid, I think the salt is properly rubbed on the wound. You girls get going, I'll take him to my place. Jana, you got work to do, right?" Hm, he was a little brat alright...but she saw some potential. Reminded her a lot of Jana, actually.
"...Right," Jana sighed. "...Remy? Angel? I could really use your help with something...as a favor, not as an order." she mumbled honestly.