Exhaling the last of the smoke of her cigarette, she flicked the butt onto the street. "Yeah, festive," she groaned. She stuffed her hands into her hands into her pockets, internally loathing herself for even going along now. She didn't want to be around all these screaming losers, sitting all alone while keeping an eye on her dear sister. Please. She'd rather be sitting alone with her sister at home.

As Mori was lost in thought, it appeared as if they had arrived to the apartment; grotesque tinsel ghettoly taped around the doorframe. "Pathetic," she thought as Mori watched as Chie fumbled with the doorbell. "Yeah, fun," she grumbled.

"What was Jiro's brother called again," Chie had asked her. Mori's eyes glared at Chie. "His name is Taro, and he is one of the worst men I have ever came across on this Earth."
Getting frustrated with Chie not pressing the doorbell, she leaned in front of her sister and punched it with the side of her fist. That aught to do it.