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"If I was upset, I would have done alot of damage by now." He said, unconsciencely rubbing his thumb along Kalore's jawline to his chin. "It isn't what? Important? It has to be if this keeps happening." Looking at Kalore bite his lip he furrowed his brows. "Do I make you nervous or scared?" He asked. That was a question he hadn't asked to someone he cares for in a long time.

"Then perhaps it's best that you don't pursue anything with me. It will only bring you trouble and unwanted pain. I'm not the greatest thing to have around for companionship, Kalore." He said and dropped his hand, stepping back slightly to look at Kalore. He didn't want Kalore to lower his standards for a demon. No one wanted a demon as more than just a weapon or fighting buddy.

Narrowing his eyes, he growled lowly. "Then what you want you can't have." He growled and walked pasted Kalore out of his bathroom and into his closet to get some clothes to wear. He didn't need to stand and explain himself to anyone, even if he was liking them. Not when it was more complicated than that. He was complicated.

Monty changed quickly into combat gear, everything total black and ready to hurt something or someone. Running his hand through his wet hair, he stalked back to the room he gave Kalore. "We go now." He said, not looking at him and went back out to where his weapons were at. He started to strap himself with weapons and started to fill weapons in a duffle to put up in his shed. Back to his old life.

Monty was finished and held his duffle over one shoulder and went to Kalore. "Come." He command and turned towards leaving his warehouse. Things were going to be different, he guessed and well, it was best to not be close to anyone.

Monty practically ignored Kalore. It seemed to easy to do so. It was...odd. Leading the elf through all the short cuts they made it to Joker's house in record timing. Walking around the house, he pointed to the back door for Kalore. "Go there." He said and entered his shed, slamming it shut and locking it so that he could be in his solitude like he was supposed to. No problems, no babysitting and no Kalore. What a great life he leads.

Joker came into the kitchen in a bathrobe, piggy slippers and a shower cap on holding up a tennis racket as if ready to attack whoever it was that entered his kitchen. Blinking he looked at Kalore. "I thought you were a burglar." He said, looking slightly sheepish in his outfit. "Good morning. Are you hungry? I just got out of the shower and was ready to make some good home made breakfast.....Sorry, too much information." He started twitching uncontrollably. "I hate this first thing in the morning...." He grumbled with a annoyed face. "First meds for the problems and then coffee for the brain." He started talking to himself, a sign that he was in fact insane but the sanity out of everyone in the group.

Looking up at Kalore he smiled warmly at the elf. "Sorry about that too. My head it's right in the mornings. Please sit down and I'll make you a mean French Vanilla coffee." He said, starting to get giddy at the thought. Another sign of his insanity. "First, I need my meds." He said going to retrive each of the many he had to take.