Is it at all ironic that someone who doesn’t wear pants wears the pants in the Kirishiki relationship?
So, um, WE ARE ALL FUCKED. Muroi is . . . surrendering himself to Sunako, or something; Ozaki has become Mrs. Kirishiki’s vampire sex slave (with the snipetastic blessing of Mr. Kirishiki, as if he really has a choice); Tatsumi and Yuuki are on their way to do battle soon; and the precious few villagers remaining are still croaking left and right. Good times! Good, bleak times where every human is dumb and buries their heads in the sand. (Which I would probably be doing, too, considering that, um, I don’t believe in any of this stuff. But I probably wouldn’t bury my head in the sand for very long, because I would totally be among the first dumbasses to die.)