Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150610014148/@comment-10860529-20150629085501

One piercing glower, awkward smalltalk, a hesitant nod from the moonchild in question, and a forced arm-lock-slash-portal-jump later, Akito landed in the graveyard with the others. The last time he'd visited was around the time of Obon, but this was far from in a celebratory, spirit-welcoming trip.

Great.

Though he was glad she let go, the way Airmid seemed at home was almost unsettling. He was more piqued by her look of interest than disturbed, however, but the place itself oozed with a sense of discomfort. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as they began to shake, right as Airmid quippingly asked for a name.

Raising a brow, he faced the group's leader. "What's wrong with a epithets? I'm not what you'd call a member, but if inclined: Akito Takenaka." He shrugged in her direction, momentarily biting his lip. "Yours? It would be nice to know so I wouldn't have to address you as a babysitter."

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"Hey kid, be nice to the token enby."

To say that Bathilda popped in out nowhere was an understatement. In fact, the mirror portal quietly dropped her nearby the prince and blond(e) just as their smalltalk started. She eyed the two with a small smirk; Airmid was right on the portal-jumping department.

(Apologies for the late response, life-busying things be happening. Wouldn't want the Dead Epics thread to end up dead, y'know?)