BonYariOtaku

The room was dark, barely lit by the candles the room was filled by. The inhabitants merely assumed the room was naturally dark like this, but they weren't concerned either way; their eyes were accustomed to the darkness. So far, the room had four people in it, but there were seven seats. After several moments of silence, one spoke. "They're late…" He said, his violet eyes narrowing in anger. His fingers tapped the arm of his chair impatiently and, after a few moments, he began… well, 'kol-ing' for a lack of a better thing to describe it. The others flinched at the sound, knowing that the tauche-haired young man was truly irritate