And fortunately, the same murder victim was seen on the cameras, having a nice conversation with some white-haired guy at the bar. Only now she went out without him and according to the cameras he still remained sitting in the club last night.
— Who is this guy? — Manjiro looks closely at the white crown on the video and tries to make out a face barely visible from the quality.
— And I take pictures of everyone who comes here, write them down, create a questionnaire of best friends and interview them from the zodiac sign to their favorite dish. Sanzu rolls her eyes. — You got what you wanted, so what are my problems? I can’t help you any more, goodbye.
Manjiro goes out into the hall lit with bright neon colors and looks around. Ryuguji rubs himself somewhere nearby and pushes the guy through the crowd to the bar.
— I think I saw him. Come on, baby, you can do it! Pick up this handsome guy and find out everything. — With some laughter in his voice, Draken says and already stops touching his comrade’s back.
— What the fuck? Have you completely fucked with the oak tree? What a hook… — But there was no one to turn to, since Draken was already having fun somewhere among the crowd, and Manjiro himself, seeing the same guy from the surveillance cameras, sat down with him. — Boys.
The blond man coughs into his fist and raises his eyebrows questioningly, distracting himself from the cocktail at the blond man who sat down to him. — What, I’m sorry?
— Boys. Do you like them? Boys? Well, like me, you know? — Realizing what a shame it is, Sano just almost falls into the ground and smiles quite stupidly.