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Perhaps, in a way, the current effect afflicting everyone was making him a little more amiable than usual as well. Shun still wasn't entirely sure what to make of Am, especially when she decided to smack his shoulder. Was he supposed to strike back? He didn't really know.

Some things still mystified the reaper when it came to socializing.

"I can hold my own well enough," he said with a slight twitch. He wasn't that scrawny. Mot was a lot skinnier than he was! Then again, the cowboy was probably skinnier than many.

"Good to see you're confident, but I would still take some caution. Not all dangers are made alike," he said, giving a light warning. He wasn't going to say anything further than that, though. This wasn't the time nor the place to really be discussing those sorts of things. He knew that much.

"Enough of that, though. Ah... is there any particular heart you prefer over others?"

Am was acting a little strangely. Or maybe she was always like this. Shun didn't know anything of her prior to now so it was really hard to say. Either way, he wasn't quite picking upon the fact that he had a rather smitten monster on his hands, and it wasn't Mitsu.

"Fair enough," he said simply to her answer, not really sure what to make of that odd noise she made a few moments before. But he supposed that a strong heart was as good as any other if he were to eat a heart. Maybe it was healthier? Or contained more fear? Who knew?

His hand went up for the moment as she nearly fell over, but thankfully she didn't. Relaxing again, he furrowed his brow at her question. It wasn't something he was really able to answer without feeling at least a little awkward...

"You seem.. nice enough? I'd say we're on neutral grounds in the very least."

Which in turn, caused some awkward wording.

Steff looked up to watch the instrument come running, grinning a little at the happy greeting it made. "Right, right." She looked amused. "Me? I like music, but I'm no artist." She leaned back, shrugging her shoulders. "Sewing, yeah, that's my thing. It's something I'm good at." Really, as far as she was concerned, it was the only thing. She certainly wasn't good at other Patchwork-traits. "You ever play for anyone since you got here?" She asked curiously.

An army of van drivers? By JACK, they were more dangerous than she thought.

"They didn't even like, have their VANS," she said, horrified.

She filled the resulting silence by stuffing her face.

The siren heard his name called and like some kind of homing target, he zipped to a table that was not filled, practically bouncing, (actually, he had been bouncing at some point, he was getting a love machine and Riley was getting married at oh jack this was the best scarentines ever!). Still, the siren needed to stay focused.

Riley's words were still fresh in his mind. He needed to not ask too many questions.

The reaper pulled on the buttons near the cuff of his jacket, he knew the name they had called it was his however he wasn't not entirely ready (not that Joachim was ever ready for such things). Maneuvering towards one of the first empty chairs he could find he kept his eyes low and what little smile he could muster on his face remained plastered as if it was a little too forced.

Quickly sitting down he looked up across the table only to realize he had sat down at a table that already had a boil sitting at it. His face turned a rather dark shade of red as he realized he had made an error.

"Ummm.. hello..... I'm sorry.... I think I sat at the wrong table... I'm looking for Israfel." He replied scrambling to get up out of the seat and giving a short apologetic bow to the siren boil.