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Muninn wasn't sure what had gone wrong. He had been trying to get home because his club had gotten out a bit late and had decided to actually go home for the weekend instead of staying at his dorm room. Only some how Midgard hadn't warned him about the person in front of him and he had tripped and mouths had gotten involved and that cliche kiss had happened. Only apparently the other person didn't like hallowed, or fallen or something and now muninn was running away to keep from getting beat up from a pack of bullies.

So of course he took a wrong turn and was suddenly in an ally way. Great now they were going to catch up and muninn would get beat up and then he would have to go back to the dorms and hide until his injuries cleared up...
Or so he thought until tiny pawed hands grabbed his and dragged him into a building.

Muninn frowned at the haziness of the room he was in. Lights seemed to be low and there was a pulsing beat from the music? It was hard to tell over the roaring of the crowd. It was also a drastic difference in temperature. Outside had been some what cool and crisp. Inside was a muffled warmth. A peck to the shoulder from Midgard reminded him he had been asked a question.

"Accidentally kissed some one in a cliche. Guess they didn't like fallen or something?" Muninn managed to answer in a dazed response. Wait was this a bar? What in the world was a Freshling doing in a bar?

The Freshling in front of him was hella confusing. First they seeemd all charming and then there was a note of apathy behind their glance, like the charming bit was all an act. The duality was driven home even more when they muttered something about a stupid reason to beat some one up, although muninn agreed very much with the statement.
Of course when Acheron's gaze landed in his own, muninn quickly turned towards the side. He wondered if he was going to get kicked out as he knew not everyone was comfortable with hallowed, and a lot of people had problems with the double iris.

Surprisingly what happened was an offered hand and a name. Muninn took it and shook back.

"My name is muninn. Thanks" and with that he watched the other walk off to go charm the bartender he supposed. Muninn took the opportunity to knock his fist against his forehead, Midgard gave a chirp of worry and Muninn absent-mindedly patted the bird gently on the top of its head. This had been a strange week.

"Why would you say that?" When all Muninn got was a shrug, he gave out a noise of frustration and leaned back against the wood cabinets. When Cidi went by Muninn drew into himself to keep from being too big of a nuisance. Still he munched on his cinnamon apple dish. Food was definitely good, maybe he could come back here when it was legal. If he remembered in the eight years or so that would take.

" well Muninn thinks you are the weirdest Grimm he has ever met." Laughter was his response to his answer. Luckily the topic switched to something else and Muninn coaxed Midgard to sit on his hand shifting it over so it was easier fo Acheron to see.

Somehow Muninn didn't think that was the full answer when Acheron shared his view on people. Muninn gave him a slow blink before searching for something in the younger Grimm' face. It would be interesting to see how this one grew up. Taking another bite of his apples he pondered if he should find the other again some day. Something in him said he should, but then he was part Geist after all. It was the same part that had offered to help a demon with pranking.

"Mmm I would appreciate that. Can never be to careful after all" Muninn answered after consideration. The smile he got back wasn't entirely charming as Muninn handed his dishes over to be placed in a sink. He truly needed to watch how he got in these situations after all, but then you only lived once.