[ Rokurou nods his head in agreement to the notion that this place is unnatural, though he himself may have used another word. Strange, yes. But what if this really is the natural state of this city? There’s no way to know with the information they have now, but he’s been in plenty of odd places before. Some are just like that.

Plus, he’s a daemon. Who is he to judge something or someone as unnatural?

But he will try to defend his taste, ]

I won’t eat anything … just most things. [ he rubs under his nose, ] You make sense. I guess I’m used to being on the run and in danger? It doesn’t feel much different for me.

[ But there’s another point there, ]

So you’re a new face too… maybe we should stick together. What do you think? [ a beat, ] I don’t normally spit up, I swear.