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Billy rolled his eyes, tails swishing swiftly behind him as Grim shouted for him not to touch the scythe, and then Jersey spoke of someone possibly getting hurt if he played with it. Pssh, he played with it all the time and no one ever got hurt...Well not really. Besides, the only real time that he was dangerous with the scythe was when he was enraged, and then he'd normally chase people around with it trying to lop of a head or something.

"But IIIIII want to be reaper again!" the boy huffed, sitting upon his haunches in front of the scythe. That one day he spent at reaper was fun, he wanted to do it again.

"The last time you were reaper for a day, you couldn't even manage to get one soul off the list. You left me with more work to do the next day." Grim grumbled, curling his boney tails around his hidden hind feet.

Billy laughed, or rather choked out a bizare laugh. What waaaaas Grim talking about? Him causing the skeleton more work. Oh no, he didn't do that. He never did that.

"Oh! Oooooooh!" the boy suddenly got an idea. "We can play head hockey!" Billy smiled, nodding his head, they could even use the scythe as a hockey stick. Yes.

"You are not using my head to play sports."
"Why not? I do it all the time."
"That's exactly why not."

How unfair, not that Billy would end up listening to that. He'd use Grim's head as a hockey puck or a football or even a soccer ball later. That he would. Then it hit him. If Grim had a scary face and his head could come off, did that mean that the blue Ryuk's head could come off too? He was scary just like Grim.

Turning the boy faced the Shinigami. "MmmDoes your head come off tooooo?" he questioned. His gaze then turned to Jersey, nope. His head would never be able to come off, he wasn't scary. And he was an astronaught, and everyone knew their heads didn't come off.

Her ears twitched at the sudden movement behind her back. She wanted to find the source of the noise, but her eyes focused upon the kitsu in front of her. Though she forced herself to do so, she had no intention of at the very least offending the male kitsu after her aggressive moment. Even if most inhabitants around trusted in one another easily, she would not so easily as to give hers up in an instant. The black furred male had yet to prove his trust worthiness thusly her arm still remained close to her sword even if she did not hold onto it.

The consistent hoarse coughing made it obvious who shifted about while she focused on the black furred male. She felt pity for the frail mage who couldn't so much as to breathe in his worth of pollen without gasping for breath desperately as he coughed his years away. There was not much any of them could do right now for him, and she figured that even after they leave this realm not much after then could be done either.

Her eyes wandered away from the warrior in front of her and carried over to the furred coat kitsu sliding down the hill. He was far more pale than most, his fur almost an off-white color. Not only that but he wore a thick fur coat of all things. She could easily guess his region was either experiencing winter when he left or that the region was generally cold year round.

She dipped her head, accepting his apology for his friend. "You may call me Lenneth," she answered strongly. Then came a pink furred kitsu of a gentle nature, yet of a shy one at the same time. Black furred kitsus were rare as is, but a pink one? This was the first time she saw one as pink as the female near the Valkyrie -kitsu. Her along with the oak-green cloaked boy were a bit younger than the group here, but their appearances were still about the same. They were affectionate towards one another, which was a little cute, though Lenneth was quite indifferent towards them. They still carried a child-like innocence, not weighted down by the burdens of the world quite yet. For now they can still go on in this way, but sooner or later they will learn the harshness of this world as their two older companions learned.

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Haruhi glanced at Ichijo once more with a puzzled expression. No matter how many times he asked or explained it to her she still would not understand. Even if she did she had absolutely no interest in that sort of stuff. It was true that she "dated" one of the twins in the Host Club once or twice, but she didn't even consider that to be what the others knew it was. She always thought of it as more of a one-on-one hang out sort of thing. The sort of thing anyone did with friends, regardless of gender. Go hang out in the town, do some shopping, eat a lunch or two and so on. She felt it was no different than that despite what the others thought. Not that she really cared though, as she would always just shrug it off and move onto a new topic either way.

"A dinner date?" She laughed. A dinner to where? The local five star kitchen located in this HQ? Granted it was a nice kitchen and carried all sorts of foods, it was no restaurant. "Hang out in the park?" She considered for a moment, weighting her options for a second. Then she turned to Altair with a smile, asking him the same, "Altair-san, would you like to join us in either a 'dinner date' or a 'walk in the park'? Whichever you prefer would be fine with me. It seems Ichijo-san can't decide either," she chuckled innocently.

Her mentality on these subjects were that of a child's. She thought that Ichijo wouldn't mind if Altair came along, as she certainly couldn't leave poor Altair by himself. He showed them around and even made her otoro sushi of all things. This was something she could never live down, not only that but she felt indebted to him for offering to lead them around so they couldn't get lost if they were ever on their own. On top of that, he would be her guide back to Ouran High School whenever she chose to return. It would pain her to leave him out of this event for all of them to interact with one another once more. Leaving a friend behind was no way to be a true friend.

Turning her head back to the bishounen-esq kitsu she smiled at the kitsu. His face shined a brilliant red that could rival a tomatoe's and she wondered if per chance he was sick somehow. "Ichijo-san, are you alright? You look as if you have a fever. Maybe we should reschedule this 'date' thing at a later date. Don't you think so, Altair-san?" She glanced over at the brilliant kitsu, her chocolate brown eyes staring at him with concern for Ichijo.

{I've got Crowley here, dbz. <3}

{Sure, that'd be fine. <3}

[alright. sorry about the delay. forgot to put away some dishes i washed earlier this afternoon]


Iroh wandered around the small garden the Realm's HQ had near the back of the building. He was looking for some new herbs to put in his tea. Spotting a lavendar branch, he turned around and sniffed the fragrant flowers delicately. "This will work wonderful in my orange tea that I recently made," he said to no one. Plucking the branch off of the rest of the lavendar branches, he put it in a basket he held under his other arm and began to search for some more herbs.

The demon Kitsusagi hadn't expected to find an old, pot-bellied Kitsu wandering the gardens. In fact, he had expected it to be empty, a place for him to skulk and think. "Oh, I didn't know that anyone was back here," he said, London faint in his voice. He didn't have as much of an accent as Aziraphale, but living in England for quite a few years, you were bound to pick up something lasting.

She raised a brow at Fai's response. Kurorin? What kind of name is that of all names? She expected more or less something that reflected his strong charisma, yet it sounded more like a child's nickname given by an aquantience friend. And it was obvious in the disappointment reflected in his eyes that he wanted to battle as much as she; yet she did not wish to cause trouble for the others lurking. Perhaps another time. She could use a good spar or two. Her skills were slowly waning with each new day. Granted that she did train every morning in attempts to keep her skills sharp, but it just wasn't the same as sparing with a strong opponent.

"K-Kurorin," she mumbled with disbelief. Her words seemed imaginary at this point. The disbelief that such a strong warrior could carry such a...silly name was unthinkable to her. "It is my pleasure to meet you, Kurorin. Perhaps another time when there aren't so many around I will have a match with you."

Turning her eyes at Fai, she replied simply, "I have no home country." Created by Lord Odin in heaven's realms was different than birth. She was a tool of a greater force, even if willing. It was sort of...complicated. Technically she had no home country, yet she's lived here for such an extended amount of time that it almost feels like home. A second home, perhaps. But without a doubt this was not her home country.

Iroh placed the herbs he had collected in his basket before placing the paw on his chin, stroking his beard gently. "I have several teas in mind. There's my lemon-honey tea, a lavendar green tea, and my newly created orange-blossom tea. It doesn't really matter to me because I love all three." He nodded his head before slowly approaching the other male cautiosly.