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Lowering his hands after shouting, he looked over and his small smile died in an instant. "What? What the hell is it? Will you talk to me? Say something?! Anything?"

He sighed out loud as his usually perfect posture laxed a bit. That stare and the silence was driving him nuts. "Did you just come here to glare at me. All I did was ask for your help. Ya know, as my girlfriend." He usually didn't say that last word out loud if at all.

"You suck!" Mark countered to Melvin as he managed to accidentally pull one of Otto's shoes off. It got thrown at Melvin's general vicinity. "Besides, can-"

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And then Mark's pants came right off, Kat acquiring one Not Taym homeless trouser collection and exposing to the world Mark's Iron Man boxers.

The Death lead stood right up, pulling from his chest pocket a small but very sharp pocket knife. He held it blade upwards in one hand and reached right towards Lucky-

- grabbing a bagel before sitting right down. Slowly and methodically he began to cut the perfectly O-shaped flesh coloured bagel into perfect halves.

Allan meanwhile had gotten distracted and was currently playing Animal Crossing on his 3DS, the game in which he smacked all the enemies on the screen (the Hollows) with his handy shovel. This game was clearly less exciting than Pokemon though because nobody had a Pikachu.

As the pants were literally pulled right off of Mark, Kat merely stared down at them, then his boxers and then back at him. "I'm not even surprised." Watching as Otto made his escape, she shot him a look saying 'tread carefully or you're next.' Then without another word, Kat grabbed hold of Mark's ankles and started dragging him off again.

Rep stared over at the commotion with complete bafflement. Mark had no trousers on for whatever reason and was being dragged away caveman style probably to some cave somewhere and Cael at least seemed happy now he had a bagel.

"I really don't ******** think this is going to be any traditional therapy meeting." he offered glibly

He just threw his arms up. "Yeah, not talking is really helping. I'm getting something to drink." He left Rin and that turned-up nose and headed to the refreshment table to get something out of this terrible day - at least a bag of free chips.

When he didn’t hear back, he grew a little anxious. That anxiety only grew as he ducked quickly out of the way as Allan arrived, dragging a certain Death lead through the door and effectively adding to the list of reasons why Shiloh was apprehensive about a meeting that involved group work and feelings. Robert's teasing kick had surprisingly been the highlight of the meeting so far, and he grinned after him, thought the expression faded a bit as Lucky ventured in as well, and with Rep and Caelius already in the room, it was becoming like a who’s who of people who may or may not have tried to kill him.

But Ian wasn’t usually one to disappoint, and Shiloh relaxed infinitely when he saw him approach. There was a certain awkwardness of how to greet each other that he felt too and though his first thought had been immediately more warm and affectionate, he caught himself, instead just bumping his side into Ian gently, looking up at him with a smile and a small, “Hey,” before answering his question. “Uh, well, sensitivity training. I think, maybe it’s because of twitter. Maybe. They said to bring a partner but I didn’t want to make you come to it, it being my problem and all but… Ah, thanks for coming.”

His words were coming out a bit muddled, unusual for Shiloh and without warning, he latched onto Ian’s arm, and ushered him through the door. Shiloh was a bit behind, since he’d waited so long and most of the seats were taken, aside from a couple squeezed in between Lucky and Caelius. His grip on Ian’s arm a little tightened a second before he let go, and headed towards the empty seats, assuming Ian would follow.

Just be cool, he thought, just be cool.

“Hi Lucky,” he said gently, staring at the green-haired hunter. “Are these seats taken?”