Aiko continued to weave through the notes of the ballad, walking around the park and watching Kenji start to nod off in the corner of her eye. She wished it were polite to stare, because it would be extremely entertaining to do that now. This guy really was as sleepy as his rep said he was; one song and he was having a bit of trouble staying in the waking world. Gregory, on the other hand, sat up straight with the countenance of someone at an actual formal concert; Aiko wondered if other foreigners were so uptight, though she hardly really thought so. She finished up the entire performance with a final long note, and made another overdone bow afterwards. 

She was about to check if Kenji was still awake, but was distracted with Greg's praise. His accent marred his pronunciations, but praise was praise, and she nodded to him with a conceited grin. "Why thank you. I do try." To her surprise, though, Greg got up and excused himself right afterwards, as if he'd come just to hear her sing. A very flattering prospect, but a bit upsetting nonetheless; she was hoping for a lengthy three-way bonding time; sure, she still had Kenji with her, but he wasn't exactly the most excitable person in the universe. A balance of character was always good to spice things up. "Hey, hold on..." Aiko started, but Greg had already disappeared around the corner. Sighing with a shrug and shaking her head, Aiko spun back around to face Kenji.

"So much for him, then. Hey, Kenji-kun, you still awake?"

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This was only getting better. Crisis Sonata had driven Breaker into a corner, and she was honestly surprised at how well he swiveled his demeanor around to make it sound like he was in on it too. Either Breaker actually was curious about the fortress, or Crisis had done a great job of boxing him in; she smugly accepted the latter as the true information. 

if anyone was more against the idea than Breaker, it was Ironclad. The Alter Ego just went off and stomped away with a sorry excuse for a farewell; Crisis considered calling him back and insisting on his company (it would be something to see him clash with Breaker), but he'd made it clear that the only thing he was interested in at the moment was bashing heads on one of his metal armor plates from his immense collection of them. Instead, Crisis bit her cheek and mumbled, "What an irritable chunk of steel." 

In any case, Seraph, at least, seemed thrilled by their acceptance. Suddenly Crisis was hit by the actual idea of actually seeing the rest of the huge castle; the possibilities seemed endless. She took a deep breath and put a hand to her chin, admiring the designs on the walls and the ceiling around them for a moment. "Hm. It certainly is a lovely place; I can't decide. Do you have any personal recommendations? Anything you want to see, Breaky?"