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*cute*

*also cute. Lays his head in Fumizuki's lap*

"hey mathius, is there maybe a private booth?" She jangled her coin purse

Azumi rolled around the floor because zoomies can make fox spirits do this.

"Private booth? Upstairs we have rooms for rent"

He grinned at the Trinity of Cute

"I'll take one please, for the night" she tossed two silver coins onto the counter "I think that should be enough"

He took the silver before leaving and returning with a key.

"Let's proceed slowly!" A man wielding an extendable shield rushed into the bar.

Despite his statement, he stepped on the tails of an unaware Azumi, who rolled on the floor. She shrieked in pain before slapping Montagne with a furiously adorable pout on her face.

"Oh, my apologies, little miss! You must be the fox Zero had mentioned all those times before!" He said softly, petting Azumi.

Hearing Azumi yelp in pain sent Drael into fight mode and he jumped up"who is trying to die?"

Seeing Azumi being comforted made him nodded "oh.....okay then"

"Oh? We're finally killing now?" Lappland's face was........well, she was smugly grinning, cause she's crazy for Christ's sake.

"Thank you kindly, where are the rooms?" She held firmly to dreal's arm, she was planning something by that wickedly sly grin she had plastered onto her otherwise Serene face

Mathius shrugged. He knew it was bound to happen sooner or later.

"No killing, eh? Well, che noia! Ah, another time." Still, Lappland wore a sadistic grin, because why wouldn't she?

She noticed the shrug and mistook it as a challenge. The ways of her world were strange though. She flicked the same illusion spell onto Mathius and tied off the strands of magic, letting the spell hold itself in existence. The only difference was mathius was less covered. More fishnet than fabric. "Enjoy, my new second brother"

The sound of the door swinging open was followed by a clatter and a curse under her breath. Merith stooped to pick up the items she had dropped, not realizing she took up the entryway while doing so

Looking up she mumbled, "not very lively here, is it?" She straightened herself, dusting dirt off of her clothes. She sauntered to the bar with a bright smile "well I don't judge clothing choices...you certainly fill that outfit out nicely"

He simply brushed it off like it was flour on him. He winked.

"Clearly a lot has been happening here lately."

Meanwhile while Kenneth is still wearing 50 sweaters, things couldn't get worse as if suddenly, Ryle suddenly PUTS him in 50 more sweaters to the point it actually KOs him. Ryle just blinked in shock as soon that happens.

Ryle: "whoops-"

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