"Japanese people don't notice shit," Urushihara murmured in an undertone. "Everyone keeps their heads down. If they notice me starin', they'll just look away. The only ones that might stare back are those foreigners in the corner."

Despite his words, he obeyed Maou's suggestion and looked across the table at him, instead. He shifted, then sat on his hands, clearly ill at ease.

"Ashiya would kill us, you know."