Continued
It was getting late. Few were left inside Devil may Cry aside from myself, Iwao, and Master Yamashita (Under the mountain). There were also a few guests scattered about our tables.
I walked up to Iwao and touched his shoulder. He jerked for a moment till he realized it was me. "Yes Junko" he answered in his usual annoyed tone of voice.
I sent an image to his brain of him working the mill, tired and sweaty. Then I sent him a picture of him going upstairs to bed. He sighed as he often did when he thought I was mothering him. Not that I enjoyed it either. Iwa Iwao has a strengh not common in people and Master Yamashita would except noone else for the job.
"Even if I am tired, Which I'm not." He lowered his voice and pointed to the direction of the back tables. "I don't trust that lot over there."
I'll try to do more later
Goodnight
