He slowly, deliberately, lowered himself from his seated position to kneel fully on the tatami, placing his six-eyed gaze on the floor before him. Welcome, Leo-san.

The small, aged form of the Upper Moon Four trembled violently, tears already streaming down his wrinkled cheeks. Z-Z-Zero-sama... i-it is an h-honor...

Remained standing, a beatific smile fixed on his face. He opened his mouth. Heya, Leo-do—

In a blur of motion, he shot up, grabbed Douma by the back of his ornate robe, and yanked him down hard onto the floor. He drove a fist into the space between Douma's shoulder blades with a dull thud. Shut it. He hissed, the command low and venomous, before turning his head and offering a sharp, respectful nod to the figure in the doorway.

She knelt gracefully, her opulent kimono pooling around her. Her voice was clear, though a slight strain tightened it. Hello, Leo-sama.

Crouched beside his sister, he let out a low, grating grunt and scratched at the diseased skin of his chin with a cracked nail, his single eye narrowed.