[b][u][center]Hajime[/center][/u][/b]

Hajime was awesome, but even he didn't expect the place to erupt into chaos in a few seconds. It was kind of funny just to watch. Then Isabella showed up and started acting like her usual prissy self. She made some ridiculous request for Hajime to make her and everyone else coffee. [b]"Make it yourself, [i]Ojou-Sama[/i], I'm not your butler."[/b] He scoffed. The girl insisted on everyone calling her "sama" or some other rot, and Hajime did, but he always did it in the most sarcastic and disingenuous way possible. It always made him wonder, what an apparent 1000 year old demon was doing in a boondock town living in a small house with a bunch of other nutjobs. But that made him wonder what he was doing in this boondock town in a small house with a pack of supernatural freaks. He could probably conquer a continent with his godly powers, so why did he-

He realised that Atasuke was saying hello to everyone. [b]"Sup?"[/b] He replied. Hajime was a physical god, but he didn't have to be needlessly rude to people. Except for Isabella.

Shuu decided to follow up on Hajime's comment, which was amazing in of itself with everyone taking the chance to leap down his throat for his little display. [b]"It's just an idiom, mate."[/b] He replied. He had no idea how a guy that pretended to cast magic spells on bags on rice could fail to understand the idea of a half-serious statement. Or maybe he honestly believed he was using magic? That was a scary thought. 

[b]"You could try reading the instructions. You don't have to be like me to figure out to cook rice of all things."[/b] Hajime was still puzzling over what was up with these people.