Welcome to Gaia! ::

Waving at Red's departure the rand her hand through the green tresses that managed to escape the confines of her beret. Blinking at Kythe's comment she nodded.

"Perhaps. I know not of any events to be transpiring..."

Catching wind of the door being knocked, it was always strange to her why some felt it necessary to knock on the door. But such was only normal as one could not assume that a large structure in the middle of the forest was open to all.

"Perhaps such events are now..."

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Konosuke watched Red with mild amusement, seeing that her mind was deeply elsewhere at the moment. "She has been treating me well, peaceful nights and sake to keep the chill away."

He smirked a little, a bit of a strange look on his scarred face. He bowed back to her, taking note of her deeper bow as she stood to leave.

"May she take care of you as well, Red-san. Ja ne."

He looked towards the door as there were four sharp knocks upon it. There was a pause, and the samurai looked around at those gathered. He was the newest one here, so he certainly wouldn't answer the door. Then again, he had just walked in. It had said 'club' upon the wooden frames, so Konosuke had taken that to mean it was open to all.

Unsure of what to do with himself now, Konosuke walked over the bar and sat down, at the end furthest from the rest. There wasn't much to keep his attention now, and merely debated about heading back to his camp. His twin katana's rattled slightly against eachother across the back of his waist.

The front doors open with a bit of a slam, so soon after the fox chick takes her leave. There stands someone who looks as young as Wesley is short. As decieving as looks are known to be, the fox demon looks less than intrigued, his body facing away from most of the others as he drinks from his flask. The two people that had kept him here longer than he intended are gone now. He feels that he'll be joining them in their departure soon enough.

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Deciding that the bottle of sake waiting for him at camp was a bit more tempting than sitting at a crowded bar in silence, the one-armed samurai stood. Lifting his right arm slightly to adjust the position of his two katanas attached to his waist.

Taking note of the young child that had entered, though in his mind, teen years meant you were more adult than child, Kono wondered mildly how he had managed to open the heavy doors with such force. Still, he went back to thinking about sake again. After centuries of existance, little surprised the samurai anymore.

With a slight nod to all gathered, Konosuke headed for the doors, pulling open the right one this time, and quickly dashing out before letting it close behind him, as he headed into the night.

<.....So I type slow. 9 9 Anyways, I'm off ya'll. *goes to the mule room in the Lair*>

.....[IC]: Seeing absolutely nothing of interest, the youth simply leaves.

.....[OoC]: "See, that's why I don't like role-playing anymore. Things die too quickly."